Cheeseburgers @ MindSay

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Dixie currently feels:

   Depressed

 

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Blog #37

Thirteen of Fine...

 

 

9:00 - 22:00

For these thirteen hours, I was fine. It was what happened after the hour of 10 that got me depressed. 

 

 

I spent the day with Ian. I'd been looking forward to it for a few days.

Normally I don't get to spend much time with him because he's working or Sean takes it in his stride to come on over. He's not YOUR brother, Sean.

Though it fucking feels like they're blood related. Ian didn't take me to see Iron Maiden. Ian didn't take me to the WWE. Ian doesn't play football with me. Ian doesn't have me over at his house constantly.

 

We spent the day playing World Tour and GH3 - scraping together a few achievements as a duo.

My Expert skills caused much cash increase and someone to be impressed. There aren't many games that I can beat Ian at. There's a few, but he can beat me at more, usually.

 

He made us both double cheeseburgers for lunch - with edam cheese - *melts in lust*...

Then lmfao, he states: "Oh, there's a Snickers on top of the microwave for you."

Thinking back to the fucking mental dream, I had to try hard not to piss. :)

 

I'd never seen The Simpsons movie until today. Ian likes it more than I do - he's got all of the series boxsets on DVD. So we watched that and scoffed shitloads of bacon flavour Skips.

It's pretty good - nothing less than what I was expecting. :)

 

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Due to fucking boredom when I got home, I caved into desparation and created a new account on Neopets.

*Raises gun to head*

 

...Repeat after me Dixie...

 

YOU SHALL NOT GET ADDICTED TO NEOPETS AGAIN.

YOU SHALL NOT GET ADDICTED TO NEOPETS AGAIN.

YOU SHALL NOT GET ADDICTED TO NEOPETS AGAIN.

YOU SHALL NOT GET ADDICTED TO NEOPETS AGAIN.

YOU SHALL NOT GET ADDICTED TO NEOPETS AGAIN.

YOU SHALL NOT GET ADDICTED TO NEOPETS AGAIN.

YOU SHALL NOT GET ADDICTED TO NEOPETS AGAIN.

YOU SHALL NOT GET ADDICTED TO NEOPETS AGAIN.

YOU SHALL NOT GET ADDICTED TO NEOPETS AGAIN.

YOU SHALL NOT GET ADDICTED TO NEOPETS AGAIN.

 

Either way, I've gotten a bronze trophy for Snow Wars and made about 10,000 neopoints playing my favourite games. I like the fact they've increased the amount of times you can send a score daily from 3 to 5.

I mainly played Meerca Chase, Destruct-O-Match, Extreme Potato Counter and Defender Trainer - my main favourites.

 

I've won a shitload of shitty snowballs from Snow Wars too.

I'm not sure on whether to donate them to greedy scroungers or sell them for peanuts.

I could do with some peanuts though. The Snickers was immensley enjoyable, but I couldn't get the image of Ashleigh out of my head - pmsl!

 

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Shelly rang me at about 8 - we talked for a while. She didn't upset me.

She never does - but that was just a comparison to a certain other phone call that did.

 

I was just playing another round of Snow Wars at about 10 when Adam rings me.

I knew he was at a party tonight - and I answered the phone to him being drunk.

He amused me at first, but when I heard how happy he was, how everyone else around him was enjoying themselves so much... Well,  just got the craving to start cutting myself.

 

I'll never be invited to anybody's house party. I don't have the confidence to get drunk with people.

I never fucking enjoy myself, I never fucking will.

I don't even have anybody else to enjoy myself with.

 

But fucking believe me - I'd rather have nobody than have Emily. (And I don't have NOBODY.)

Thanks to quick realisation shortly after a long conversation with Shelly at the start of the week - all has become clear to me.

I'm better off without her.

 

I can do without cunts in my life.

Cunts who continually go out of their way to upset me.

 

I noticed a trend with how often I cut myself. I'd noted it down for a few years on a word document.

After I met Emily, it tripled.

Now Emily's gone - thank fuck - it's decreased to less than once a fortnight again.

Since, well, yesterday, I've been reading blog entries and comments dealing with the unclenasty vs. mullows campaign.

I wasn't sure who's side to be on, until just a few mintues ago, after reading one of the endless comment threads between Nasty and Mullows.

unclenasty said, and I quote, "When you join the Nasty Party I will invite you to my BBQ's and possibly buy you trophies. Like cheeseburgers? Me too!"

I'm sorry, I don't like cheeseburgers.

Therefore: