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Friday night. Stay in or go out?.

MMMmmmmm. Daniel says go out. But he would wouldn't he?. I'm not one of those people who get all emotional when i drink. I'm a happy person. I Love the world (sometimes literally ;-)) and just want to be happy and laugh. I don't wanna talk about work or the horrible things in life. I wanna talk bollocks about shite and nonsense. So out and about i will go.

One of the reps came into the office this afternoon. He is a very funny man and i always look forward to seeing him so went out of my way to say hello. I could do with a good laugh right now and he was the man to do it.

He then launched into a story about how he has had a terrible week because he had to have his dog put down on Monday. It was very ill and he'd had it for 13 years. His eyes were misting over as he was telling me.

Fucking hell!! i thought. Typical.

But as he left he sneezed really loudly and half the people in the office jumped out of their skin, so he did bring a smile to my face in the end.

We once had a cat years ago. When it was a kitten it was lovely, but it soon started stopping out all night and after a while not coming home at all. Then when it did come come in it was quite vicious. It was all black and fluffy, but after a windy night on the tiles it looked like a wild animal with matted hair sticking up all over the place and it would be spitting and hissing at people who dared go near it. My father used to move it away from the front of the fire with the aid of a long brush. I was scared to bloody death of it as a kid.

Then we got a dog and the dog was scared of it too even though it was 10 times bigger than the cat and could have flattened it with one paw. In the end it died after being hit by a car whilst crossing the road. The driver got out and tried to save the poor thing as it writhed in pain in the street, but no one could get anywhere near it, it just tried to bit and scratch everybody.

It was a street fighter to the end. The dog was a lot happier though.