the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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10:07 a.m. + 2003-11-18 = preemptive strike.
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i am getting this out of the way. i wouldn't need to write it if i wasn't so sure that i would be writing within the hour... right after i've sat myself down to write paper... which i didn't do last night and i blame internet meandering. so i'm getting this out of the way. it's time to bite the bullet and just write a crappy paper, which will, because i've written it, be brilliant anyway. 6 pages is nothing (5 would be better, but still...) 6 pages is nothing.
i spent far too long in the bath this morning and now i'm pressed for time. but it was worth it. i'd forgotten how fun it was to bath to violent femmes' best of album, which i received in post yesterday. i can't believe i was only 12 last time i owned it. on cassette tape. in the collection that harboured the likes of violent femmes, janet jackson, bette midler and oodles of replacement tapes...
HOLD IT. must go check something....
damnit. still no paul westerberg on friendster.
okay, got all my procrastinatory things out of the way... i shall go kick paper ass now.
[knee still hurts and it's sunny and 45degrees fairenheit]
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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