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posted on the 4th of March @ 10:30pm
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Do you have those days where you think everything's going to be fabulous, because you woke up on the right side of the bed and ate cereal with chocolate milk and successfully hid your ice mice in your underwear drawer. Hah. He'll never go there from the polterglutton, and you get to work actually wanting to do your work --- and then it all just turns out horribly shit?
I'm having one of those days.
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posted on the 26th of February @ 4:04pm
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I move for a new house rule. DO NOT LET MY SISTER INTO THE FLAT. She ate my ice mice, Johanna's chocolate and Cadwallader - I believe she sprayed your underwear with her perfume. That should at least teach you to not leave it lying around.
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posted on the 13th of February @ 6:41pm
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I love my friends, but: ROWENA, THEY ARE ALL IRRATIONAL. IN A BAD WAY.
Is it possible to get a waffle-hangover? If not, you certainly can now. I say so. The waffles were damn delicious, but I think I've had my fill. I've never been one able to stomach too much of the same thing, anyway. Except for ice mice. What is wrong with you all? Why aren't you bribing me to do inane things for you in return for ice mice? I need suppliers, please.
Ugh. Work.
Mr. Fancy Order, don't you dare when I'm at the machine. warn me when you're coming in, yes?
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