trying to make sense of my feelings;another one popped off at eastbourne then.and it's asda-day.

you know?
i go from feeling "really horny, and wanting sex",
to "nah,no i don't", can't be bothered.
and a load of in-between moods.
wishing i had somebody to talk with,
be with,
get along with.
and yes,
i suppose,
have sex with.
but i reckon if i got to lay in bed with a woman,
i'd just want to talk.
just a tired,lonely old cnut.
but at that same time,
i'm a unsociable bastard.
what does a person like me do?

the old van halen track springs mind,
"JUMP!just go ahead and juuuuuump."

basically,
i think i just want somebody to talk to.
some-one to listen.
"sometimes"
nothing permanent.
i need to be able to walk away.
come back to the confines of my bunker.

and how about that woman at beachy?
an accident apparently.
it's amazing that the public are able to walk up to such a high cliff-edge in this day and age.
the newspaper said that she just got too close to the edge,
and got caught by a gust of wind.
what a bugger.

and it's no use telling myself that i'm not gonna drink this weekend.
or any other weekend.
that i'm going to have a "dry one".
cos it just isn't gonna happen.
so it'll be two cheapos from associated dairies.
a 5.2 for saturday.
and a 4.2 for sunday.
or something like that.

ciao f'now.