Are we too blind to see?

Drink is a funny old thing. When I've got drunk before i never noticed the benefits, yesterday i did however. I thought "what the hell am i going to talk to Aaron about" but after a couple of pints, i slipped into conversation. I can see why a lot of people like it...everyone wants to feel confident and relaxed right? what i need is to go out with some people at work, get a bit smashed and hit on Sally. I've accepted the fact that i just cannot relax around her sober....god, I'm like a dog with a bone-r(cheap, i know), i just can't stop fussing about her. We were e-mailing each other at work, and she didn't send me an e-mail for 20 minutes, and i felt the rage, confusion and paranio build inside of me. And i couldn't do anything about it, the harder i try the worse it gets....bah i don't know what to do. When Sam leaves, I'll be less nervous about approaching her, i don't know why but i will.

"Vive le fcuk"
I saw a lad who was 15 wearing one of these t -shirts, he had a big smile on his face and was showing it off...the twat. To quote John Gregory "If i'd have had a gun, I'd of shot him"
Sometimes i can be brutal. When Emile Heskey ran 40 yards to foul Zidane, and consequently give a goal away. If i had been in the stadium i would have run on the pitch and stabbed him in his fat head.

"And while I can think, while I can talk, While I can stand, while I can walk, While I can dream, please let my dream come true, right now, let it come true right now....Oh yeah"

I want God to read this blog, and use divine intervention to force Sally to love me, lol....aww please God, be a mate.