the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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6:27 p.m. + 2004-01-19 = 2...two...tv�
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i have to accept the fact that there just isn't enough time to clean. i must look myself in the eye [via mirror] and say, "NO matt! NO. bad kitty, BAD! now is not the time to organise any of the drawers to built-in desk. or that mystery cupboard where you've shoved every little scratch of a song you've written since you were 12.... you best pray you have enough time to even dust, you lazy git." [OY! i'm not a lazy git.] "yeah, you are." [okej, i see your point]. "but don't be too hard on yourself... let's watch another episode of sex and the city." [sweet.]
dreadful episode at the computer lab where i had gone to burn some cd's... half the batch didn't turn out... seems there was a bastard burner [as i was using two] that only burned bedlam onto the blank discs... so i must return tomorrow after work... ugh!
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in 48 hours i will be making out with you.
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