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^ It's probably best not to, the outcome of that would be bad for both of you.
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Too much noise outside. Electric saw things, WHY?
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I was going to ask if moving was an option, for us people with anxiety someone like that is never going to help and even if you could get the police or landlord to put anything in motion it would probably make things worse for a while. Maybe if he's causing problems for all the other tenants you could all get together over a drink and discuss options you could take, like calling in the landlord for a meeting all together. |
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Boobs.
Now baby oil....Erm, I need to go do...stuff. |
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It immediately feels weird being back here; back to putting on this self-censoring projection of the self.
I don’t recognise many names, so either you’re all new, or have all changed your names, or my memory’s shot to buggery. If it’s the former: don’t mind me, just think of me as the guy who lived in your house before you did who is now standing outside your front window looking in out of a sudden fit of nostalgia rather than as someone who has criminal designs upon either your possessions or your person. I’m just here for a gander at the old place (damn auto-correct changed ‘gander’ to ‘cancer’, causing my OCD brain to mentally repeat the word ‘gander’ over and over as though doing so would undo what would threaten, if left alone, to become a self-fulfilling prophecy—Yes, I do actually believe I can will myself to have cancer—“I’m having a GANDER. I’m having a GANDER. I do not have canc—the ‘C’ word. In my cursory glance of the place it feels markedly different: less passive aggressive more aggressive-aggressive (which is probably better in a way—like lancing the boil long before it festers and starts slowly weeping toxic pus. Then again, I’m old school in that I prefer to live in a quiet world of unspoken hostility for decade after decade as opposed to a world where things are more open but there’s always some git waiting for you to fall asleep just so they can pull a Christmas cracker next to your sleeping ear.) I’ve already said more in this post than I have in seven or so months. I’ve not said so much as two words to another person in that time (except for being an all-round morally superior bastard in the youtube comments section, but hey, who doesn’t do that?) I’ve not been further than the corner shop in that time either. Nor have I shaved my face or plucked my monobrow—no one could possibly mistake my current Mr. Twit aesthetic for a choice, this beard has long since passed the point where it could be perceived as hipster-ish, it is the unmistakable I’ve-truly-given-up-on-life, soup-sucking parasite of a thing that lives on my face eating half my food. On that beard-related note, I made a teeth-curling faux-pas last night on account of my beard. I had to nip to the shop for smokes before it shut—promising myself, yet again, that this pack would 100% be my last. Something was on fire somewhere; all the streets were filled with smoke. The brightness of the moon gave an eerie illumination to the smoke, imbuing the scene with an ethereal quality, which was pleasant to walk through. I was caught up in the magic when a window in the flats across the street from me flew open and a drunk old woman began screeching out of it over and over in a broken faggy voice “Where’s my f**king dog, you c***? Where my dog, c***? C***, come back wiv my dog! C**T!” Not wanting to give this wailing drunken maniac any reason to shift her focus onto me, I quickened my pace, directing my gaze away from her. But I was too late, she’d seen me, with my big black beard, and began shouting “Allah! Allah! ALLL-AAAHHH!” I responded in kind by shouting back “Cretin! Cretin! CRREEE-TIIINNN!” She shot back a brain-bending non sequitur: “Don’t be chatting up women, you c***! Bring me back my f*cking dog!” At which point a little curly white dog bolted around the corner yapping madly, followed quickly by the stumbling drunken shadows of a man and woman cursing at the little bastard to stop before they both tumbled over each other on a small patch of grass. Upon seeing them, the wailing drunken woman in the window belch-screamed ‘GET MY F**KING DOG, ALAN. YOU C**T.” All I could do was bare my teeth in shame at my error and slink off back into the smoke and darkness. And that’s me out of steam… See you next year. |
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Immediately after submitting the above, I got a text from my brother informing me that one of my biggest childhood bullies died last night. Bang goes the dream of ever getting my own back on that born-sadist bastard. This was a boy who used to make sure to carefully unravel the toilet paper every time he took a shit in a public toliet just so he could wrap the paper back on the roll after wiping his arse on it.
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[/QUOTE]I'm about to start season 5 in a couple weeks. Excellent series.
have you checked out the new blu-ray release / HD remaster? its been re-done in 16:9.[/QUOTE] I've not seen the re-mastered version. Does it make for better viewing or not? |
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^It***8217;s been a while since I saw it, so I doubt I***8217;d notice the difference if I watched the remastered version. Seeing those screenshots is like seeing the photos of old friends***8212;violent, egotistical, stop-at-nothing-to-get-what-I-want old friends.
How come you***8217;re waiting a few weeks to watch season five though? I***8217;m guessing it***8217;s because that one***8217;s not out yet? |
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^I see. I planned to do the same with GoT. I stopped watching it after a season or two a good while back for reasons i can't recall, but last week decided to give it another shot. I was aiming to watch one episode a day but ended up watching every single episode in less than one week--and that's including the one day off I took because I could no longer stomach what was happening to Theon. I don't have the power to resist this age of on-demand instant gratification in which we live, which is a shame because it means I've already watched every bloody thing there is and never have anything new to watch. I admire your willpower. I guess I'm more Bubbles than Omar...
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Seriously what is wrong with my brother and sister. My sister for some reason is always too busy to see me, once in 9 months.
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I'm well and truly in the honeymoon phase with GoT; just today I ordered the books because I am so transfixed with that world and because I want to know if someone who is supposed to be dead is still alive in them somehow (not that boring dolt who everybody wants back but the one who's always standing at the edge of things staring out while wreathed in a mythic Dark Ages fog.) |
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That’s most kind of you. I have essentially become Gollum: a daylight-avoiding cave dweller who only eats fish (although in my case, it is fish fingers.) I don’t have the energy for anything since giving up eating meat and starting back chain-smoking. But other than becoming a recluse who has no interaction with other people I’m feeling pretty good. How’s things in the tin? |
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When I was scared to eat, due to the spasms, I survived for about a week on yogurt and cereal, try to find something that you don't have any problems with then build up from there, then you won't have to worry about not eating enough. |
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I was just wondering. If our closest simian relatives played in the Champions League... would they rename it the Chimpians League? I'm going to buy the domain names .com, .co.uk, .org and .net just in case. I could make a load of mon
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These four lonely walls have changed the way I feel
The way I feel, I'm standing still And nothing else matters now, you're not here So where are you? I've been calling you, I'm missing you |
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^I'm at home, sweety. Chill.
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Now that feels familiar. I keep going back to this avatar.
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