Philophobia
Acrophobia
Aeroacrophobia
Apiphobia
Carcinophobia
Cleisiophobia
Cnidophobia
Gephysrophobia
Maniaphobia
Necrophobia
Nyctohylophobia
Social Phobia
Spheksophobia
Thantophobia
Took me a good 10 minutes to find the names for all my phobias.
Im scared of too many things, lol.
Sunday, 30 November 2008
In regards to my earlier mood
I'm a dick, but i'm over it.
I've decided to stop being such a pussy and deal with it.
Plus I had chicken.
And a few beers.
And I just remembered that I neglected to mention the fact that I was dressed as Wonderwoman in work last night. The things I do for that club.
Funny as fuck though.
I've decided to stop being such a pussy and deal with it.
Plus I had chicken.
And a few beers.
And I just remembered that I neglected to mention the fact that I was dressed as Wonderwoman in work last night. The things I do for that club.
Funny as fuck though.
I'm a bad person
I haven't visited my fathers grave in over 4 months, probably more.
I feel like shit right now.
I really dont think I can face it. I hate the feeling that comes over me when i'm there; scratch that, even the feeling of knowing I'm on my way there, I hate it.
The fact that I spent this years anniversary in hospital has also fucked with my head a little.
Fucking police are useless.
I feel like shit right now.
I really dont think I can face it. I hate the feeling that comes over me when i'm there; scratch that, even the feeling of knowing I'm on my way there, I hate it.
The fact that I spent this years anniversary in hospital has also fucked with my head a little.
Fucking police are useless.
Friday, 28 November 2008
Numero Two-oh
Kayyyyyyyyy, so. . . .
I'm home early from work, and it's 2 O'clock, it was fucking dead. I'm serious, I was flyering for about 45 minutes because we had an offer on; if I gave you a flyer, you go into Reflex, which was free entry, hand the flyer over the bar, and you get a free drink. You would not BELIEVE how many people dont want to have a free drink, how stupid can you get!? There was no catch or anything, just go in, give the barstaff the flyer, and get a free double Bacardi and mixer. I had so many people just go "No thanks mate.", and I'm like, "but it's free you fools!". . . . .fucking dickheads some people, lol.
And I came so close to twatting this one foreign guy over the bar, I swear to God. "I gave you a twenty, you gave me change for a ten", in all fairness, i'm the barstaff, i'm the sober one, i'm right, I know i'm right, so why dont you fuck off? Just because you think you gave me a twenty does not mean i'm stupid enough to give you a tenner that you think you need, so you can walk away with a drink AND more money than you started with. It's a bar, the entire point of it is that YOU pay for the drinks, not that I give you money and a drink, "Yes! Please, take this alcohol AND the money from my till!", it's not gonna happen. Funniest thing though, he asked to see my manage, she said the exact same thing to him, and he got so pissed off he tried to pick up his drinks and storm off, and tipped one everywhere, GUTTED. That's karma that is. Speaking of which, working in an 80's bar does have it's advantages, you wouldn't admit you knew me if you saw me behind the bar when Karma Chameleon comes on, I dance like a total fucking fruit cake. It's unreal.
On the other hand, there were also some pretty nice people out and about, I had a few conversations with people that proper made me smile.
And what is it about Chavs? A guy tried to kiss me, and went "I bet you loved it mate", I loved how his friends saw how annoyed I got and literally just grabbed him and said "Fucking go, you prick! You're an asshole when your drunk, you know that?" then apologised to me, haha.
I dont say this very often, okay, well, lately I do, but my God I could murder a ciggarette, and a drink. I just wanna get wrecked, lol.
I also love how many people love me when their drunk, best thing on earth is being told by fuck knows how many people that you are the best person ever, just because they're getting a free drink, fuck yeah.
Plus i'm really starting to form quite strong friendships with the people I work with, which is great, you can never have too many friends, and in a bar you can never have too many people watching your back.
AND OH MY GOD, I fucking hate pikeys. Some Irish guy came in, looked like a total fucking tramp anyway, so you can tell he had his dole money this week and came out to piss it up the wall, could not understand a single word he said. Mainly because he was pissed, but he was a cunt anyway. It took me the best part of ten minutes to get "Double vodka and diet coke" out of him. He kept asking for something called "west coast cola", like i'm supposed to know what the fuck that is. It's diet coke, so call it diet coke you muppet.
Anyway, i'm cold, thirsty, maybe i'm gonna steal one of my mums fags, and a can or 12, and then I have to do it all again tommorrow night. I usually like saturdays, so lets see what tommorrows like.
End transmisson! ( :
I'm home early from work, and it's 2 O'clock, it was fucking dead. I'm serious, I was flyering for about 45 minutes because we had an offer on; if I gave you a flyer, you go into Reflex, which was free entry, hand the flyer over the bar, and you get a free drink. You would not BELIEVE how many people dont want to have a free drink, how stupid can you get!? There was no catch or anything, just go in, give the barstaff the flyer, and get a free double Bacardi and mixer. I had so many people just go "No thanks mate.", and I'm like, "but it's free you fools!". . . . .fucking dickheads some people, lol.
And I came so close to twatting this one foreign guy over the bar, I swear to God. "I gave you a twenty, you gave me change for a ten", in all fairness, i'm the barstaff, i'm the sober one, i'm right, I know i'm right, so why dont you fuck off? Just because you think you gave me a twenty does not mean i'm stupid enough to give you a tenner that you think you need, so you can walk away with a drink AND more money than you started with. It's a bar, the entire point of it is that YOU pay for the drinks, not that I give you money and a drink, "Yes! Please, take this alcohol AND the money from my till!", it's not gonna happen. Funniest thing though, he asked to see my manage, she said the exact same thing to him, and he got so pissed off he tried to pick up his drinks and storm off, and tipped one everywhere, GUTTED. That's karma that is. Speaking of which, working in an 80's bar does have it's advantages, you wouldn't admit you knew me if you saw me behind the bar when Karma Chameleon comes on, I dance like a total fucking fruit cake. It's unreal.
On the other hand, there were also some pretty nice people out and about, I had a few conversations with people that proper made me smile.
And what is it about Chavs? A guy tried to kiss me, and went "I bet you loved it mate", I loved how his friends saw how annoyed I got and literally just grabbed him and said "Fucking go, you prick! You're an asshole when your drunk, you know that?" then apologised to me, haha.
I dont say this very often, okay, well, lately I do, but my God I could murder a ciggarette, and a drink. I just wanna get wrecked, lol.
I also love how many people love me when their drunk, best thing on earth is being told by fuck knows how many people that you are the best person ever, just because they're getting a free drink, fuck yeah.
Plus i'm really starting to form quite strong friendships with the people I work with, which is great, you can never have too many friends, and in a bar you can never have too many people watching your back.
AND OH MY GOD, I fucking hate pikeys. Some Irish guy came in, looked like a total fucking tramp anyway, so you can tell he had his dole money this week and came out to piss it up the wall, could not understand a single word he said. Mainly because he was pissed, but he was a cunt anyway. It took me the best part of ten minutes to get "Double vodka and diet coke" out of him. He kept asking for something called "west coast cola", like i'm supposed to know what the fuck that is. It's diet coke, so call it diet coke you muppet.
Anyway, i'm cold, thirsty, maybe i'm gonna steal one of my mums fags, and a can or 12, and then I have to do it all again tommorrow night. I usually like saturdays, so lets see what tommorrows like.
End transmisson! ( :
Numero Uno
Haiiiiii!
So, first blog. . . . .what to write?!
I'm new to this whole thing, so i'll try and be as concise as I can so I dont confuse the fuck out of anyone that actually bothers to read this.
First off, I'll describe myself a bit;
I'm Luke, i'm 20 and I love it. It's been by far the best 3 months of my life to date.
Since my 20th birthday i've made some friends I never want to lose, lost one or two that dont even deserve a mention, become closer to my best friend than I ever thought I could be to anyone (seriously that shit is freaky), got myself a job that I love and really want to make a career out of, which may be happening for me if things do go my way over the next month or two, which I have a funny feeling they might, and I'm soon to be getting my own flat in my favourite place on earth, and in all fairness, I really dont care if you think Newport is shit and full of scum. Yes it's true there are quite a fair amount of scally's and tossers about, but for fucks sake, there are people like that in every city on the planet! Just because it's not Cardiff or London doesn't mean it's shit. Your mum is shit but I'm not sitting here typing how shit she is just because I dont like her. You're gonna get it wherever you go, so shut the fuck up. Newport is home for me now, and I cant wait to get back. Moving back to my mums is a pile of wank. Dont get me wrong I love my mum to pieces, and I love being home, but after being independent for over a year and doing what I want when I want, and coming back to having my mum nagging me to do things is driving me insane, and she wonders why I spend most of my time alone in my room, or staying at Ema's. My mum is still convinced me and Ema spend so much time together because we're constantly screwing, which I can assure you is not the case, although in her own words, "We're always drunk, we always share a bed, it's bound to happen.", and our own self admittance that given a few years we'll end up getting married and having the sexiest children imaginable, (Gary Glitter would have a field day) we're just friends, and I love her more than anything. Ever. Period.
It's at this point that I should probably tell you i've just found a multipack of superglue in my room, fun times! Also, the fact that im sat in my room, in my dressing gown and not much else, and that i've been awake for all of two hours and it's almost 7 in the evening, pretty much sums up my life completely. If you hadnt guessed, i'm most definitely a night person. I hate the daytime. If it's light out it means it's "socially unacceptable" for me to be;
a)drunk
b)a slut
c)asleep
and I hate not being able to do the things I love the most. Besides, i'm a barman, if I wasn't a night person i'd end up dying.
Speaking of which i've just had a call from my boss and I'm wanted in work tonight, so looks like i'm gonna have to cut this little extravaganza short. I'll probably do another one tommorrow anyway, so later alligator.
So, first blog. . . . .what to write?!
I'm new to this whole thing, so i'll try and be as concise as I can so I dont confuse the fuck out of anyone that actually bothers to read this.
First off, I'll describe myself a bit;
I'm Luke, i'm 20 and I love it. It's been by far the best 3 months of my life to date.
Since my 20th birthday i've made some friends I never want to lose, lost one or two that dont even deserve a mention, become closer to my best friend than I ever thought I could be to anyone (seriously that shit is freaky), got myself a job that I love and really want to make a career out of, which may be happening for me if things do go my way over the next month or two, which I have a funny feeling they might, and I'm soon to be getting my own flat in my favourite place on earth, and in all fairness, I really dont care if you think Newport is shit and full of scum. Yes it's true there are quite a fair amount of scally's and tossers about, but for fucks sake, there are people like that in every city on the planet! Just because it's not Cardiff or London doesn't mean it's shit. Your mum is shit but I'm not sitting here typing how shit she is just because I dont like her. You're gonna get it wherever you go, so shut the fuck up. Newport is home for me now, and I cant wait to get back. Moving back to my mums is a pile of wank. Dont get me wrong I love my mum to pieces, and I love being home, but after being independent for over a year and doing what I want when I want, and coming back to having my mum nagging me to do things is driving me insane, and she wonders why I spend most of my time alone in my room, or staying at Ema's. My mum is still convinced me and Ema spend so much time together because we're constantly screwing, which I can assure you is not the case, although in her own words, "We're always drunk, we always share a bed, it's bound to happen.", and our own self admittance that given a few years we'll end up getting married and having the sexiest children imaginable, (Gary Glitter would have a field day) we're just friends, and I love her more than anything. Ever. Period.
It's at this point that I should probably tell you i've just found a multipack of superglue in my room, fun times! Also, the fact that im sat in my room, in my dressing gown and not much else, and that i've been awake for all of two hours and it's almost 7 in the evening, pretty much sums up my life completely. If you hadnt guessed, i'm most definitely a night person. I hate the daytime. If it's light out it means it's "socially unacceptable" for me to be;
a)drunk
b)a slut
c)asleep
and I hate not being able to do the things I love the most. Besides, i'm a barman, if I wasn't a night person i'd end up dying.
Speaking of which i've just had a call from my boss and I'm wanted in work tonight, so looks like i'm gonna have to cut this little extravaganza short. I'll probably do another one tommorrow anyway, so later alligator.
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