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# God I'm a dick sometimes
I was just having trouble with my lighter. I thought I'd listen to it to see if gas was coming out. Then I realised one side of my head was on fire.
Fuck.
(, Thu 1 Nov 2001, 18:27, archived)
# oh deary me!
I hate it when that happens, the ammount of times I've had to say my two year old cousin got a hold of my lighter to my hairdresser :-)

Incidently, its not a sound excuse, he's been carted away by social services four times already.
(, Thu 1 Nov 2001, 18:38, archived)
# What are you doing up so late?
I thought I was alone. My body clock's wrecked. went to the popbitch do last night, met nice people, ended up getting trashed and getting up at 1 this afternoon feeling very bad. that wasn't so bad as setting fire to my head though. what's your excuse?
(, Thu 1 Nov 2001, 18:56, archived)
# hmmm
I do IT support and they just kicked me onto shifts, this week I've been having to get into London for 1 in the afternoon but I've been finishing at 9:30. I get back after the pubs shut so its a case of, grab a couple of tinnys on the way home and sit in front of the PC til 5ish. I refuse to let the job allow me to have more than 6 hours sleep a night!!!
(, Thu 1 Nov 2001, 19:27, archived)
# Damn right
don't let them ruin your life mate. personally, I'm drinking whisky at home, which is nice as I seem to have been out every night for ever in a row and i've definitely hit the line where I have to spend one in.
(, Thu 1 Nov 2001, 19:34, archived)
# personally
I've developed a little taste for vodka and orange as a late night tipple, but I'll always stick by Stella though, as long as she's in the flat nothing can go wrong.

God bless the Belgiums I say!
(, Thu 1 Nov 2001, 19:43, archived)
# blimey man!
what were you thinking of? Sounds almost as silly as rolling around Covent Garden on an office chair and doing your knee in falling over bump-starting a car.
(, Fri 2 Nov 2001, 3:04, archived)
# That's as bad as
me locking myself out of my mates flat in Dalston at 8:00am sunday morning with no money - 3 damp cold hours later....
(, Fri 2 Nov 2001, 4:17, archived)