May 4th, 2006

My face is blurry in lights

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Wow. Some people read waaaay too much into things. Guilt complex, much?

Peter called me. AUGH it's so weird to not call him Father Peter. *wibble* Anyway, he called me to apologise for being all drunk on the phone. That was sweet of him. He asked me if he didn't anything embarassing and it reminded me of the time he saw ME drunk when I hung off of him like a drooly little Deirdre. And then I went upstairs and was violently ill for hours and hours. But Jude was my hero ;)

You should never drink and pretend to be a pirate. It makes you vomit.

Okay maybe it wasn't the pirateness as much as it was the lots and lots of drink.

Watched Black Books commentary tonight. I love Dylan. The outtakes on Series one are brilliant. Where Dylan just adlibs songs and then says "Ah, the Craic, Jim..." and then giggles. He GIGGLES. And I die from cute. And the little kid he was singing to is like O_O. Poor kid. No no...LUCKY kid.

And the wine episode where Dylan and Bill Bailey adlib entire scenes. Genius.

Dylan Moran is coming on tour here soon. Or somewhere nearby. I MUST get tickets!

I didn't go clubbing tonight.
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Some Little Girl


I don't know what to do anymore.

I should just give Renee and Pierre my house and move away. Far away. Vienna is nice, but I don't know if it's far enough. There's an ad in the paper asking for English teachers in Japan. They say no experience or accreditation is needed, though you probably have to be older than 17. Perhaps I should get a secondary school equivalency and go.

I am not doing anyone any good here. And the people that I am doing good, could get it better from someone else.

Everyone would be better off if I left.

Except for the people that had to deal with me wherever I end up. Why do I have to be immortal?

EDIT: I went to see Peter. To have him help me and I couldn't say it. How many more people do I have to hurt before I can open my mouth and say "HELP ME?!"

I'm fucking worthless.
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Dance the Ghost with Me

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Serva me, servabo te.

I am going to see Peter. Don't worry, I'll be back soon, Melissa. Well before you come over. What do you want for dinner, Love?

EDIT: Back. That didn't work. I am so moving to Japan.

EDIT 2: I will not actually be moving to Japan.
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