Jan. 9th, 2004
I have just used my lunch-hour to upload my new user pictures. I am feeling strangely fine.
I also seem to have taken to throwing song-lyrics and lines from poetry into normal conversation. How bizzare!
Want to do more polls... Have to work...
Meeting this afternoon. I get to be note-bitch.
Full Tilt tonight methinks...
Perhaps perhaps perhaps
I also seem to have taken to throwing song-lyrics and lines from poetry into normal conversation. How bizzare!
Want to do more polls... Have to work...
Meeting this afternoon. I get to be note-bitch.
Full Tilt tonight methinks...
Perhaps perhaps perhaps
Full Tilt it is then. I'm leaving here (here is still work) pretty much now.
I have yet to decide on outfits and other exciting things. Things like bath or shower when I get home? Do I eat? What?
And there is no time ot poll as I'm leaving nowish.
akte is booking us tickets to Limp Bizkit in March. Ra! JumpJumpJump! Brixton is so local to me though, it won't be a too-late night.
I'm closing down now... BossLady is off out so I have my marching orders. And despite this *maybe I won't notice* scheme of giving up, I'd like a cigarette. Wendy Cope would understand.
*Mwah*
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