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[25 Nov 2009|04:50am] |
Aaaaah,
it's about three hours until i need to get back to work and i'm not even home yet. I wish I wasn't so easily influenced..
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[18 Nov 2009|01:40am] |
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What's with the general insomnia these days? Something's up.
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[09 Nov 2009|08:19pm] |
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It's one of those night's where it's so quiet in the pub, I just wanna lock myself in the office and not go back downstairs until closing time...
BUT NOTHING'S EVER HAPPENING ON THE INTERNET!!!
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[21 Oct 2009|07:50pm] |
I must've worked about nine doubles the last 2 weeks and spent most of my days off this month having to come in to work for various meetings and training sessions and started at 8 IN THE MORNING today and it's the first quiet night in ages so I'm standing at the waiter's desk, falling into microsleep every few minutes...Then decided to go to the office and have a little sit down and now I physically cannot get back up. Eh.
Also, had about a pint worth of espresso and it makes my heart race like hell. Still can't keep my eyes open.
Someone make it stop.
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[02 Jul 2009|05:13pm] |
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Apparently, I'm eligible for a bonus. That's gotta be the best news I had all year!
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[01 Jul 2009|09:04am] |
I really do not want to be here right now. We're holding a wake (for a one year old!) upstairs today. And I have not the slightest idea how to make people have a nice time ( I know nice is the most inappropriate word here, but you know what I mean), and still be respectful and not start crying or finding myself giggling at someone's jokes.
I hate wakes. There are usually three kinds of people at wakes: drunks, hypocrites and the people who are actually sincerely mourning. But they shouldn't have to put up with the first two.
In German, you call a wake a "Leichenschmaus". A corpse feast. It's disgusting.
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[21 May 2009|04:48pm] |
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He said I can keep the Buffy, Angel AND Firefly DVDs. But when I requested Buffy Season 8 as well, I think he nearly passed out...
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[14 May 2009|08:04am] |
On Tuesday, my Director of Operations popped by - to check the pub - and found a few cigarette butts outside the pub. I admit I probably should have swept them up, but hey! I was fucking busy doing all the paperwork and orders my manager should have done the day before!
What followed was several phone calls and emails from Lee and Ash and Head Office about how the pub was in a very poor state and a fucking mess and how "it generally lacked its sparkle". I was upset, but over it the same day.
Now I come to work, check the emails, just to find another half dozen messages concerning that day!!!!!!!!!!! Seriously, it takes those cunts fucking three years to send us someone for a repaint that the pub desperately needs (Which they didn't even do properly. The just touched up on the bloody toilet door!), they are too stupid to hire a cleaner who actually knows how to use a mop and they pop up 15 minutes before we were even open upstairs to complain that the balcony is not in a spotless condition! God, I even had to take blame for a cushion that the wind blew off the bench!!! Should have probably glued it to the fucking wood. And all this wankerism comes from a man who, last time he was here, cleared out a nest of baby pidgeons AND FLUSHED THEM DOWN THE TOILET ALIVE!!! What the fuck does he know about standards?!?
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[04 May 2009|10:24am] |
Came in two hours early to do monday paperwork and was finished after half an hour.
I think I'm starting to like work again...
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[01 May 2009|05:15pm] |
Don't you hate it when you forget your password - even though it's always the fucking same anyway - and you click that little forgot-your-password-?-button and it takes the swines 2 hours to send it to you? I'm furious. But that might be my sambuca and caffeine fuelled hangover blues speaking.
I need to get out of London. And quick. away from work and people and everyfucking thing.
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[26 Sep 2005|01:51pm] |
- beards:
Paired with the necessary beard mojo, they make the young look mature, the stupid wise and the non-sexual hot. You gotta love them. - chikinki:
They make me wanna dance and get really, really wasted. - dancing:
I dance a lot. The sillines of it makes me and those that watch happy. - drinking:
It's a love/hate relationship. Cheers! - handbags at dawn:
Fucking bunch of wankers... - matty van roden:
Drums for Handbags at Dawn. Hypnotising to watch him straighten his hair. - passing out:
Thinking about it I don't pass out as much as people might assume... - spilling drinks:
Loosely connected to "drinking" and "dancing". - stephen fry:
I deeply admire this man for his wit and aristocratic nose. I once saw him near Piccadilly and I started to scream. - the cooper temple clause:
A band i used to adore and, strangely, I now merely like a lot. A big lot, though.
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[30 Aug 2005|02:16pm] |
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Does anyone remember Asterix' visit to the Madhouse of Bureaucracy? That's what I felt like today.
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[18 Jul 2005|10:55pm] |
1.what kind of first impression do you think people have when they first see you?
- God, that girl is drunk!
2. what's one thing you like to do alone?
- Talking to myself.
3. what is your favorite line to say when bored?
- Ach, schon gut...
( Read more... )
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[18 Jul 2005|03:30am] |
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I'm gonna stay one or two (or maybe three) days longer at Melle's house. Very wise decision as it's always fun being around Melle and her family and friends. Miri invented two delicious cocktails tonight: "Pisshead/Hell is freezing" (vodka, more vodka and a bit of strawberry syrup) and "The meadow is green" (rum, apple juice and woodruff schnapps). Fucking tasty and you get comfortably pissed with just one sip. However, everyone went to bed but I couldn't sleep, thus started googling for random pictures of beards, flamingos and my former teachers...
( Nostalgia )
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[14 Jun 2005|12:18am] |
THURSDAY
2pm: Arrived at Victoria coach station and got very drunk with Melle.
6pm: Met Tim. Continued drinking. Met Matt and Jo. Further drinking. Lost sense for time, coordination and articulation.
?pm: Went somewhere and got nearly kicked out of a pub. Or got kicked out. Can't remember.
FRIDAY
?am: Woke up on Matty's couch. Not hungover at all, but dicovered whipping marks on my arse...
3pm: Sat in the park with Melle, ate strawberries and got drunk.
8pm: Da Timmah's party!!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!
SATURDAY
Didn't feel like looking at my watch. (I don't own one, anyway.) Had a night out with Matty and Melle. We went to some obscure pub in bethnal Green where I saw one the most impressive drag performances ever. It included someone sitting in a trolley and spinning around on the dancefloor, sexy men in sexy pants, lots and lots and lots of hair and the colour blue.
SUNDAY
We met up with the Handbags again and got drunk.
MONDAY
Flew back to Germany, Melle being totally gayed out (because we spent the last five days in a very gay and drunken flat) and feel that I might have a problem with alcohol. Somehow, I always turn mute when meeting poeple I actually want to talk to, then get drunk to fight the silence and end up too drunk to have proper conversations. I apologise!
However, I already miss all of you lovely little spaffs so much! I had an amazing time. Especially when I was drunk. THANK YOU!!!
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[13 May 2005|11:47am] |
Went on a clubfuck on Wednesday. Music was shit (ranging from techno mixed with saxophones to German oldies...). I had fun though. Was told by some guy that I was the rare kind of girl who understands ska. (?????) After being warned about the dangers of water intoxication, I got really really drunk. I guess. Woke up in Susi's bed the next day and could not remember how I got there. Went home, lay in bed, did not stick to deadlines.
Will spent the next days at my parents' house if I manage to get my arse on the train. I doubt it at the moment. Will present my new hair. Which basically looks as it always does but with some more parts shaved out. The fringe is shrinking, too. Horizontally, not vertically. In case I get hold of a camera and a PC I'll post pictures.
So, a week of sweet laziness and not doing the uni work I'm supposed to do. Sunshine and BBQ! Mmmmh.
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[17 Apr 2005|01:08pm] |
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My tongue is bleeding. That's just wrong in so many ways. Fucking absinth.
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