Diary

Today's date:29th July, 1998
Hair Day: Don't care about hair today.
Mood:mmmm, well.
Mad bloke sat next to me on the bus today, and in order to get off, I had to climb over his legs, of which he seemed to have about 20. Sure he did it on purpose. *tut*
I have nothing more to tell you, diary. How interesting my life is. *sigh*

Today's date:28th July, 1998
Hair Day:good
Mood:*hangover*
Got totally smashed last night and found that I could play pool. When sober, cannot play pool to save my life, and usually have men laughing at me. Somehow though, I played a perfect game of pool last night at 3 in the morning. Maybe it was just a dope-induced fantasy. Hope not.

Today's date:22nd July, 1998
Hair Day: stick-it back-and-pretend-it's-not-there-day
Mood:Havn't a clue
Think I'm in love (or in like) and as usual, it's complicated, so can say no more.
*whisper whisper, diary diary*

Today's date:20th July, 1998
Hair Day: tad flat
Mood: in one.
Remember all the blokes on the building site that whistle? Well, guess where they drink? Yes, the pub where I work. Still, at least they don't whistle and yell in the pub itself. They seem more grateful for a pint.Now, though, when I walk past they all cheerily shoult hello, and I have to smile and say hello back.
Somehow feel like a conspiritor.

Today's date:19th July, 1998
Hair Day: not bad
Mood: dazed and confused
Oh Diary, I have negleted you too long. The perils of having a job, you see. I can no longer come up here every day and write. More tomorrow.

Today's date:2nd July, 1998
Hair Day: Fuzzy Head
Mood: That could go for the mood, too.
Started a new job in a pub today, and was, for the most part, bored. Job seems to consist of listening to many many old men waffling and watching them drink several pints. Still, get paid for it. Was surprised at how tired, I was, though. Like most things, I suppose, I shall have to smile, and agree, and look pretty. What a role.
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