Let's call today: 'Saturday 30 April 2005'
pirategirl 
wrote in the notebook:
Perfect Day
Just a perfect day,
Drink Sangria in the park,
And then later, when it gets dark,
We'll go home.
Just a perfect day,
Feed animals in the zoo
Then later, a movie, too,
And then home.
Oh it's such a perfect day,
I'm glad I spent it with you.
Oh such a perfect day,
You just keep me hanging on,
You just keep me hanging on.
Such a perfect day,
Problems all left alone,
We can be on our own.
It's such fun.
Just a perfect day,
You made me forget myself.
I thought I was someone else,
Someone good.
Oh it's such a perfect day,
I'm glad I spent it with you.
Oh such a perfect day,
You just keep me hanging on,
You just keep me hanging on.
You're going to reap just what you sow,
You're going to reap just what you sow,
You're going to reap just what you sow,
You're going to reap just what you sow...
Oh it's such a perfect day,
I'm glad I spent it with you.
Oh such a perfect day,
You just keep me hanging on,
You just keep me hanging on.
- Paul McDermott
original by Lou Reed (c.1970)
8:26 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Friday 29 April 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
i came home the other night to find a new coffee mug on my bed. it's a cool navy colour with a gold scorpio on it. mum told who me got it.
when he came in he said that 'yes he just saw it and bought it for me'.
a present?
with no occasion?
my dad the thug
bought me a mug
if it was anyone else
i'd give them a hug
2:27 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Thursday 28 April 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
feelin' good.
5:33 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Wednesday 27 April 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
inward roll call
damn kids
has anybody seen stephanie lately?
jesse im glad you're so happy, but if you keep bouncing around like that you're going to exhaust me!!
=0)
11:40 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
see it and no one gets hurt
10:40 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Tuesday 26 April 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
oh my fucking god!*
one of my neighbours from 2 doors down just came in to use our fax machine. she's friends with my dad so she knew she could ask him for help. her fathers been put into hospital with a heart attack and her and her husband are now busy having to organise themselves to run the businesses he owns and move to melbourne or whatever.
i've never really properly met this girl, but
damn...she was cute
damn...she's married
damn ...she's moving
just my luck.
oh well, a free eye candy session brightened my day at least.
i ran into mum when she'd gone and said "why did no one tell me a cute girl lived on our street?!?!" and she just gave me that confused look she always does whenever I talk about finding girls attractive.
i know both of my parents have spoken to these neighbours for quite a while, especially my dad.
Bastard. hoarding her all to himself like that.
*Ueuecoyotl: Aztec God of sex and irresponsible merrymaking (aka "oh my fucking god")
2:31 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Saturday 23 April 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
Your Linguistic Profile:
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40% General American English |
35% Yankee |
20% Dixie |
5% Upper Midwestern |
0% Midwestern |
Aliases
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Your movie star name: Nachos Clyde
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Your fashion designer name is Victoria Venice
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Your socialite name is Tori San Diego
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Your fly girl / guy name is V Fer
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Your detective name is Elephant Tat
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Your barfly name is Chips Bourbon
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Your soap opera name is Louise Tenterton
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Your rock star name is Chocolate Train
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Your star wars name is Vicwic Fercar
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Your punk rock band name is The Happy Ladel
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10:20 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
you know what?
i'm doing pretty damn good, despite all the work i have on my plate.
yeah, pretty damn good indeed.
i'm feelin... i dunno...
unchained?
i guess i unlocked myself.
'bout fucking time, a voice inside says.
oh get fucked, I reply.
=oD
10:06 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
can a hangover last this long?
last night i went to katies for an all-girl dvd and drinks nite.
arriving on the scene after the others had visited Reef Raff for tea, i was greeted with billions of alcoholic beverages sprawled out on the counter. i was designated bartender, but KJ soon took the reigns from me and i, in my eventual tipsy state, gladly handed them over.
after a Fallen Angel, an Orgasm, a Margarita, a bit of katies Fluffy Duck and glass after glass of my vickified punch (consisting of orange and mango juice, soda water, 2 bottles of orginal and mixed berry passion pop and a dash of lemonade and vodka), and a shot of cowboys, we were a bit...umm.... cheerful?
we survived angela's painful jokes and katie's chronic spillages and brought out the fondue kit and made short work of the supplied strawberries. as the others were watching a chick-flick, katie and i rekindled the fondue and cut up some apple to occupy us.
after that... well... i dont quite recall.
i do remember saying 'i am not drunk!... but just to prove that i'm not going to attempt to get up any time soon..."
and then i was on the futon couch with a crystal on one side of me and KJ on the other and for a while I was the cuddles plaything. ah good times. KJs furry coat meant i HAD to pat her every 10 minutes or so.
i filmed some of the madness, but the footage is mostly just loud talking and people stumbling over and talkin shit...
the usual really.
at about 2:30 i was designated to sleep in katies bed... tho she hogged most of it. its lucky im used to sleeping in a single bed, cos damn there'd have been some sleep fighting happening. good thing we had seperate quilts. imagine the carnage if we had to share one!!
at about 11am i was woken by the noise of cleaning up in the kitchen. when i emerged it was pretty spotless. it was impressive.
breakfast/lunch was a serve of hot chips from the local, which i ate with the remaining cornchip salsa on bread. actually it was pretty good. but then again, i did eat cornchips in the fondue with salsa at one stage.
iron stomach. well, most of the time. :P
9:36 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Thursday 21 April 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
dear prickle
please get out of my finger.
you hurt.
tomorrow you will have been in there for a week and im sure you need to pay rent or something and pus doesnt count.
please vacate the premises.
dear katie
i hope your garden looks nice and weed-free.
i'm not sure it's worth this persistent prickle in my finger tho.
you're a nurse, fix it.
love vicki.
8:49 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Tuesday 19 April 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
i've been songwriting alot these past couple of days.
i have too much to do for uni and equus, i should be occupying my time with these.
i dont think i'm going to pass my Creating Interactive Mulitmedia class :(
i'm such a slack returning student.
6:31 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Saturday 16 April 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
i'm so cute.
oh yeah, oh yeah.
8:44 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Wednesday 13 April 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
Tell me I'd find you're happy inside and if I end this you'll be fine,
Oh, tell me a lie.
Just look at me and say honestly that I'm all you want, not what you need.
And oh, make it your best lie, love,
'Cos I'm holding up a crystal glass dove in my hands
And if it does fall, if it does fall it's my fault.
Casualty, Missy Higgins
11:05 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
in the 1952 BW film thats on at the moment, a man walked into a hospital to give blood and the nurse told him he may smoke if he liked.
as he and a woman a donating blood they have a brief quarrel and he leaves for a moment. the nurse walks up to the woman and says the only thing worse than a man, is having no man.
what crap.
hahaha.
i like it.
old films are great.
amendment 10:52pm: now the radio just said "it's 10 to 1, your breath is not sweet. however *brand-name* cigarettes will fix that"
10:36 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
pronounciation according to my father
digital = dinjidal
prostate = prostrate
optomotrist = optometrician
recognition = recognization
3:46 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Tuesday 12 April 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
i'm doing okay.
9:48 pm | Post A Comment... >
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
A man was sitting on a beach. He had no arms and no legs.
Three women were walking past and felt sorry for the poor man.
The first woman said "Have you ever had a hug?"
The man said "No" so she gave him a hug and walked on.
The second woman said "Have you ever had a kiss?"
The man said "No", so she gave him a kiss and walked on.
The third woman came to him and said "Have you ever been fucked?"
The fellow said "No"
She said "You will be when the tide comes in."
(kirsty cracked up laughing simply after hearing the man had no arms or legs.)
9:21 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Friday 8 April 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking hell.
that's my day.
12:58 pm | Post A Comment... >
Let's call today: 'Thursday 7 April 2005'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
hello, its april once again!
i would like to announce that i would like some Promite toast.
hmm... good idea... bye.
2:23 pm | Post A Comment... >
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