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[13 Nov 2006|01:12am] |
Is how, like most things, I wing it with English. This was most discomobulating.
| Your Vocabulary Score: B+ | 
You have a zealous love for the English language, and many find your vocabulary edifying.
Don't fret that you didn't get every word right, your vocabulary can be easily ameliorated! |
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| A small poem for bed |
[13 Nov 2006|01:14am] |
Take heart,
my little stars,
have counsel
by the gravestone,
for at a time
where my heart shall end,
you'll make new stories,
and break new ground,
and when i'm pushing up the daisies,
you'll be putting out fires,
when i'm doused petrol,
you'll be solar flares,
sit amongst the milky way,
and be as one,
with the sun
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[13 Nov 2006|01:51am] |
Danson: Hey baby. What say you and me take a spin on the ninety five and jump, shake and jive?
Woman: What say I pummel you to death with a brick, you tired fuckwit. You look and sound like a Pollock painting that's been trampled on by hell's own ghostly horse. Now fuck off, you box-headed cunt.
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[13 Nov 2006|03:15pm] |
A dismally quiet Monday afternoon, and a cold that refuses to bugger off. I've got school tonight, and i've really got to go to it.
Just want to get the day over with so I can get back to the bar and have some blackcurrant soda. That's it, see you later.
Boot camp for bears.
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[13 Nov 2006|05:39pm] |
It's a good thing I did too, because in the last ten minutes i've had three incredibly annoying things happening at once, causing me to scream, shout, and hit the door very very hard indeed. Firstly, and inexplicably I turned my crisp packet upside down while turning a light switch. They went all over the floor. Then when I stooped down to put my tea on the stair so I could go and get a floor sweeper, the tea knocked against some shoes and fell over. Then I banged my elbow on the computer desk.
I am not very happy.
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