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monday psychobabble

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is it wrong that the final line of today’s Scary-Go-Round actually appeals? Living on Special Brew in some kind of burrow. Awesome.

Today was a shit health day. As nigh-on-thirty blokes with the fitness profile of a 49-year-old beaver have. Fucking beavers. I’d like to pretend I have a heart condition, but I don’t. What I have is Fat Cunt Syndrome, which is different. In that it’s my fault. In any case, Friday night I ran out of blood pressure tablets, and I didn’t have a repeat script. I went to the doctor this morning to sort out a new one. You know the kind of thing. In, “Hi Doc, new script please” “Hi Hi, there you go” “Tra then” “Tra”, out.

Did I fuck.

“Alright, we’ll just check your BP and weight, and when did you last have a blood test?”

Fat (102.5kg. Mother. Fucker.) BP up (130/85 or summink)

Let’s check the blood test results from last time. Oh, look. Your liver’s all fucked up, Mr P7. I know this, sez I, I have turns yellow and looks like a condom disease.

No, sez he. These would indicate motherfucking alphabet death syndrome. Let’s do some more tests.

Fuck. Sez. Me.

I’d like to pretend I’m doing everything right, but I’m not. I drink. I take drugs. I smoke socially. Sorry, mum. But I do have a plan for this year. Watch me have a fucking plan. This is quoted from my Google Notebook

Reasonsfor exercise:

Get fucking unfat.Lose at least 15 kg. More, you fat bastard.
Get fucking well. Bring down BP to the levels normally associated with a stressed human, not a nuclear-assisted heart-bomb.
Look fucking good, you scrotum-faced knobwad.

Which I think is excellent motivation.

Also, I am now riding The Yawning Chasm of Instant Death to work, and ultimately to uni.
The Yawning Chasm of Instant Death
What with all the pain and the danger, it’s pretty fucken good for me.

I just want to be fucking healthy. Health and fucking wellness. Hear?


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January 21, 2008 at 8:56 pm

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complete failure

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i am without a doubt totally incapable of being ‘into it’ today. what ‘it’ is, and how to be ‘into’ are areas in which i fail.

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January 18, 2008 at 12:32 pm

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Something happened to me last night that I just had to write and tell you about:

I was sitting on the tram, reading my book, when suddenly I was surrounded by a group of young women, all talking in a foreign ‘hurdy-gurdy’ type language. There were piles of them. Piles. About 12. I continued to read my book as they chattered away, laughing and passing around a water-bottle full of wine (cunningly disguised) There were three on the seats around me, several more on the seats nearby, and one kneeling on the seat behind me. All chatting and so forth. I ignored them.

Then I felt a soft brushing against my cheek – I turned my head and caught a glimpse of a camera wrist-strap – before FLASH! Which gave me a bit of a surprise. And the girl behind me was terribly apologetic….

“Och, sorry, hen! I dinnae min tae frit ye. Lemme tak yer picksher – we’re frae Norwae, reet?”

In the broadest Glasgow Scots I have ever heard.

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January 17, 2008 at 9:58 am

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you get concerned

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well. you do.

See, I actually think that there is – inside everyone, not just me, mind – a certainty that everyone else is doing it better. Doing what better? Everything. No matter who praises your efforts, or how much, there’s still that nagging doubt.

Fuck you, nagging doubt.

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January 14, 2008 at 5:38 am

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