Thursday, 24 September 2009
I get the feeling I've just met someone absolutely amazing.
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The Art Squat house kitty whose name I was told but cant remember, Oscar and I simmered down on the bed, ate grapes and Pocky and watched Killing of a Chinese Bookie last night. Good Seventies film. Lots of beautiful ladies. One showing of a wrinkly old man penis though, sub par. Then we watched Andrew WK give the weather report. Then I couldn't sleep, so we watched The Day Today, and reruns of The Price is Right. Then he made me listen to his music and I hated it. Then I made him listen to mine and he hated it. Then we agreed on something, or took the piss out of each other, I can't remember. Then it was 6am and it was bright, kitty had passed out, Oscar had one eye open and I had to go to work.
He sounds nice. That film sounds nice.
:)
by the way I have a reply to your email. it'll be hard, but i think the situation can be reverted.
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