Saturday January 28 2006

In which a definition of perfection is offered.

I’m still missing J. I wish she’d call. It’s not very often I meet someone who I don’t immediately dislike. Or someone I can talk to without reminding myself that talking to other people is necessary for a healthy life. I might call her. I hope I don’t. Punch me if I do, okay?


no use wishin’ now for any other sin

 

6 Comments »

  1. Playing with voodoo dolls is very therapeutic, isn’t it?

    Comment by nailpolishblues — Saturday January 28 2006 @ 7:01 pm

  2. I’m disconnected enough. I don’t think voodoo transmission will help me reach out to anyone.

    Comment by Mark — Sunday January 29 2006 @ 2:12 pm

  3. Those dolls look freaky and menacing…

    I like it.

    Comment by chuffed_enuff — Sunday January 29 2006 @ 7:56 pm

  4. Poor Mark, you should take to haunting the Duke of a Sunday night. Oh the joys to be found there….

    What is with the dolls anyway? I kind of agree with chuffed - in a non-goth way.

    Damn I type good for someone so shitfaced that they staggered home…

    Comment by nailpolishblues — Sunday January 29 2006 @ 11:37 pm

  5. Chuff’d - ta. I think the lighting worked out well :)

    Nails - What joys? You should write it up if you really want to convince anyone.

    Comment by Mark — Monday January 30 2006 @ 1:44 pm

  6. Joys of the Duke…well - I was there which was pretty joyous for a handful of people and dead entertaining for the staff. The staff, in and of themselves, are a highly entertaining crew. Professionalism went out with the corset but there’s still the needs to be seen to be believed dude in the astonishingly low pants [gravity is a novel concept to those pants] with the weird hat thing going on. There was the barmaid who was buzzing and twitching and for some reason spoke speedily. Loved her bikini. Very workwear. Practically King Gee. There was the extremely hot young nordic boy thing with the muscles and the dumb look… You know, I’m getting quite fond of that look.
    And then, there are the other patrons. ’nuff said.

    Oh and did I ever have a hangover today. Ouch. They serve beer. I really hate that in a pub.

    Comment by nailpolishblues — Tuesday January 31 2006 @ 12:42 am

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