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Quote from: Eclair on June 06, 2007, 04:24:55 AMQuote from: calandale on June 06, 2007, 04:21:21 AMGetting fucking close to blowing.This has NOT been a good day.Can you stop talking sexy? OK, what's up? You have to bitch about it here.My usual idiocy to start with.My neighbors were playing tremendouslyloud music, once I started working.I've still got a lot to do, and need to wakein 3 hours, and my damned housemate decidesit's time to fucking make a pie. I can't think withpeople around.Oh yeah, and I got stupid over someone I shouldn't have.
Quote from: calandale on June 06, 2007, 04:21:21 AMGetting fucking close to blowing.This has NOT been a good day.Can you stop talking sexy? OK, what's up? You have to bitch about it here.
Getting fucking close to blowing.This has NOT been a good day.
Let me try, I think I've got one! I hate sitting on old men's laps for money to pay my college tuition so that I can get my nursing degree, only to someday probably have to cross paths with the same dirty old pigs again when they need me.
grrrrrrr... i've just forgotten to do half a dozen yarnovers - misread the pattern. bollocky fuck.
ta, darl. but it's okay - i've kicked the fucker across the room, and it's now cowering in the corner and promising to behave. (it's only 66 stitches anyway, thank fuck, and not millions). AND it's bamboo yarn - yep, i took out a second mortgage.
You'll never self-actualize the subconscious canopy of stardust with that attitude.