March 2011
April Fools
ie, the day when I freak out over everything. I might just have to disconnect myself from the internet, given that I’ve already read false spoilers and we’re only 11 minutes into April.
Just remember I’ll have known that, deep down inside, you were just enough of a...
– Crowley, Good Omens (via makeeful)
The world belongs to you for a season.
– Lord Henry, The Picture of Dorian Gray. (via bodythief)
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oh livejournal
STOP BEING DOWN. I’M TRYING TO BLOODY PROCRASTINATE HERE.
So instead I’m just trawling the Doctor Who tag and sitting around in my underwear and considering having a midday drink. Save me from myself.
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arghh
Everything in my room smells of limes, I haven’t taken the bottles out and I’ve only done some 100 words of my essay. Fuckity fuck. Might just spend tomorrow next to the lack pretending to read my textbook and wallowing in (deserved) self pity.
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ho hum
Boyfriend’s off in London seeing Elbow (overpriced O2 gig, I envy him his savings) an the flat seems nigh on dead. Might buy wine, drink myself into a stupor and finally start (and maybe even finish) this witchcraft essay. Or spend hours lying on my back playing Tetris.
Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something...
– Aristophanes
(yeah, I’m only funny when I’m drunk too.)
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