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3/04/2005 - A million vegetables, I must be dreaming on my window ledge.
I have no idea what that means. Welp, it's a load off my back to get those UCAS forms finally done and dusted, i'll tell you. I slacked in Textiles today with Leanne, and my fingers are stained blue from dying fabric. I'ts not that I don't think those pink rubber gloves are a totally awesome fasion statement, it's simply that I like to get blue fingers. Theres a lot of games coming out that I really want, but i'm badgering myself about saving money, so I'm going to try and pretend they don't exist. Why couldn't I just marry a rich guy? Actually that reminds me. Does anyone else notice how the whole woman's rights thing basically means that women are now expected to have a job AND be a housewife at the same time? I'm so bitter. I should go punch Folin. He seems too delightfully oblivious today about how horrible the world is for me NOT to physically abuse him. I know. I'm in love. ;) You were wrong, cabinet sanchez! //Anonymous::8:40 PM EST\ # | |
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