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Wednesday, September 10th, 2003 01:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lizziecI have a top for the wedding \o/ Took ages and feel really quite exhausted still. Was 15 mins late back from lunch, walked straight into steall (going out) coming back in. Erk. Oh well, one and a half more days and I'm outta here thank god.
Today I would waste more time not shallow storing lisk yesterday, however stellabitch has us logging *everything* we do this afternoon so she can keep track of our movements...for these perpouses I shall also be detailing bathroom breaks and possibly explaining said bathroom breaks in detail.
Honestly, it's uncanny that she should introduce it today...maybe she reads my lj...maybe there are cameras always trained on me...or a bugging divice or a stalker.
Which Survivor of the Impending Nuclear Apocalypse Are You?
A Rum and Monkey joint.
More irritating than even that kid who you took a dislike to at school, you'll live on as one of the many reasons you'll never want to go back to being a child. The annoying laugh, that needling competitiveness with everything you do, the desire to be better, meaner, first, first, first, first, first ...
Remember when you taped his buttocks together, hung him from a tree and then swung from his gonads, chanting "I am the monkey king"? Even a full scale nuclear apocalypse won't shake off the little bastard, apparently.
Anyway, stupid shallow store calls...
Today I would waste more time not shallow storing lisk yesterday, however stellabitch has us logging *everything* we do this afternoon so she can keep track of our movements...for these perpouses I shall also be detailing bathroom breaks and possibly explaining said bathroom breaks in detail.
Honestly, it's uncanny that she should introduce it today...maybe she reads my lj...maybe there are cameras always trained on me...or a bugging divice or a stalker.
Which Survivor of the Impending Nuclear Apocalypse Are You?
A Rum and Monkey joint.
More irritating than even that kid who you took a dislike to at school, you'll live on as one of the many reasons you'll never want to go back to being a child. The annoying laugh, that needling competitiveness with everything you do, the desire to be better, meaner, first, first, first, first, first ...
Remember when you taped his buttocks together, hung him from a tree and then swung from his gonads, chanting "I am the monkey king"? Even a full scale nuclear apocalypse won't shake off the little bastard, apparently.
Anyway, stupid shallow store calls...
