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[31 May 2008|10:04am] |
So, a weekend of hell is all i've got to look forward to for the next forty eight hours. You don't know how much i'm dreading it. It's going to be a fucking nightmare. To top it all off, Mould's talking about walking around with her bloody camera, which means photos taken of me I have no control over, and I can't veto. I could honestly have more fun flossing my teeth with a breeze block with a tramp's fist up my arse.
See you after then. If i'm still here and haven't drowned myself in a sink. Bye!
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| Peep Show Quote of the Day. |
[31 May 2008|10:11am] |
"You're like a captain solemnly going down with his ship."
Mark's sexual skills are dissected.
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[31 May 2008|03:58pm] |
Surprisingly, today doesn't suck half as much I thought it would, so far. It's only half over, of course. So I shouldn't count my arseholes just yet, but so far, it's been okay.
Here's how much this afternoon could have sucked:
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Here's how much it did suck:
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So, not much. The bad news is, we have a ten at two tomorrow, the good news is, by that time i'll almost have the weekend over with. Thank god. Amusements today were provided when Mould came wandering down the street with her camera. She told me she was going to do it and by god, she wasn't joking. While I did hilarious impressions of her, drawing mass chortles all round, Mould got us all out into the car park and took a picture of us. You can see that later.
It was like being at school again. Mum turning up to take pictures of you in your school uniform. You gotta admit, it's quite amusing.
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