Clean up before she comes, living in a dusty dump. Something in her eyes - must be the smoke from my lungs...
Bomb-diggity. Ready to ride tonight, if not for the dizzy head and hot and cold sweats. Missed a pill. Need new scripts, need a new chemist. Need someone who can provide me adequate coverage. Need those little red capsules; 150ml each, twice daily. Need it want it have to have it.
Uneventful weekend. Great rugby - both league and union. All three of my teams came through. Should have had a bet on, but I don't have any money to gamble and another addiction is about the last thing I need. Should be moved out in the next week or two. It is dragging but still moving. We are headed in the right direction.
Can't think of anything worthy to be put in print this evening. Only the choicest cuts should be chosen from the carcass of my mind; sliced away from the bone; measured into serve-able sized cutlets; displayed in this veritable shop-window of linguistic-butchery. I am the Peter Leitch of the word world. Crazy as a shithouse rat, but crafty as a henhouse fox. Shibby, that's some top-class word-play. (Self?) Respect.
What are the top five music albums that helped shape you as a person?
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