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08/04/09 01:01

Today was a day without Chronic.

Went up to gers.

We painted miniature orcs and elves and tried to convince ourselves it wasn't nerdy at all. I was fairly happy with what I had painted.

When we weren't playing with our "dolls", we where trying to figure out why The Pitt, or Operation Anchorage wouldn't work, despite Ger having downloaded them several times. When we gave up on that we decided to tackle mercenary mode in RE5. And the following list is what we had to show for it.

- Jill

- Wesker

- Safari Chris

- Village

- Ancient Ruins

- Experimental Facility

- Unlimited Magnum

I'm afraid this post may be inconsistent with the rest of my blog thus far, simply because I'm not in the same frame of mind. Last night I was relaxed, bewildered and vaguely incoherent with a smidgen of slightly illiterate. Today, I've had four pints on me, and a bit of jack. An equasion is accountable for this.

Match + Pub Quiz + Darts = This Post

4 pints

Me and Ste O'Hara beat Anto the postman and Ger in doubles, best 2 of 3. We also beat the slick (yet terrible) combination of Ger and Kev Ryan, which led to a stand off between former allies, Gaynor and Ste. Ste beat me by a retarded victory of highest out of six darts. I would have preferred a proper defeat of a double but I wasn't granted such a luxury.

The quiz wasn't so bad, some cuntin' questions here and there, but we came 3rd out of 5 teams. Been in the middle aint so bad. For those not in the know we won 3 weeks ago, our team included such great quiz maestro's as;

- Meself

- Ste Martin

- Ger O'Riordan

- Ste O'Hara

- Kevin Ryan

- Allison Quinn

- Richard O' Shaughtesy

This champion team went by the winning name of

"The Dribbling Fiasco".

Tonights team, and in 3rd place, was "Token Atoms". It only featured 3 of the original 7 members of the dribblin fiasco, with a late fourth comer. If you'e wondering who the four where, a quick re-read and name check through this post will tell you who they where.

Anyways.

Everytime Rachel Cunt Features rang me today I was pretended to be busy. I always NEVER feel bad about it because I always seem to be busy the majority of the times she calls, and by now she must be getting extremely sick of it. I promised I'd call her back, and in the 86th minute of the match, 4 minutes before I planned to call her, I got a text saying she was feeling tired and not to call her later. her stench could melt the eye lids clean off your face.

So yet again I missed out on dodged hearing her voice make incoherent sounds through her food. And listening to how her day was. And telling her about mine, and how much I miss her and so on and so forth. I can't imagine what she'd think of this blog if I showed it to her. Maybe someday I will when there's a good few posts. I guess I'm afraid what she'd think of it, or that she'd take stuff I say the wrong way. Or something. Yet that doesn't explain why I started following emma, leah and janets blogs... cos then they'd see this... and... well actually I guess I don't care what they see, I just don't want Rachel to be dissapointed in me for some reason. For anything I may type here. I tend to type thins and then regret them later, or they get me into trouble. Simply because I don't think when I type. Already I'm regretting this whole paragraph. I'm going to hit enter and move on. JESUS what a little faggot I was! 

So I've decided, no more typing in this blog when I've had drink on me. Simply because of the retardedness that comes out of my mouth (fingers?) whilst I type. From now on it's either a sober post. Or a stoned post. But not a tipsy post (or a drunk post for future reference)

07/04/09 03:50 -

I guess I should start with a simple introduction. My name is Andrew Gaynor and I have no idea why I made this. The only thing clear to me is what the voice in my headphones is saying, a message of warning for those who choose to hear it.

"No more leaky holes in your brain

And no false starts"

Took this photo today of a baby.

My Mother minds this baby and her parents call her Aideen.

She was only little when she first started coming to her house, but now she is one years old.

There are 3 words she can say very clearly;

- "Mommy".

- "Princey".
- "Andy".

The weekend was an eventful one. I smoked too much green stuff and drank a good lot. This combination of alcohol and herb led me to many places where I witnessed several events, the most notable two been Ste O'Hara's BBQ and Marey's Birthday. Rachel Cunt Features was up for the weekend trying to devour my soul. She left on Sunday instead got distracted by a burger she found in her back pocket. We never got to watch lost, even though I had downloaded it on Thursday morning.

Ger and Kenny where in my house tonight. Things had changed from the time they arrived up to the time they left. The change was also accountable to their presence. Through their aid, I managed to defeat Wesker at the end of Resident Evil 5.

When they had left I had a cup of tea, and smoked the last of my Northern Lights. A lovely little duo I enjoyed out my back garden, looking up at the vast universe and the lights of stars long dead, nothing more than a memory now. It reminded me of my own expiration date and I felt uncomfortable. So I didn't spend long out there once my joints light had also extinguished along with the stars. If anyone was making it back into the house alive, it was me.

The voice from my headphones is still persistent in delivering it's messages through me, and I suppose I'll continue to do so, by signing off with it's final message.

"We Ride Tonight!".

Pain

Fucking AH! Horribly upset, feel broken down and useless. Everything I do turns things to shit. People would be better off if they stayed the fuck away from me. I'm a no good spineless liar who is full of shit.

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