the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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21:12 + 12.03.2007 = the merits of travel-sized q-tip containers and part-time dairy queen employees.
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leaving for 10 days in london/manchester in less than 24 hours.
am currently waiting for the barkeep to pick me up as have parked my auto inside the house-where-i-pay-rent's garage.
then we pack, drink a bottle of wine, clean the house, eat an ice cream cake [[bestowed upon me from the highschool volounteer girls as a "so sorry to see you'll no longer be killing yourself to feed the poor for 60dollars a week" present.]] [[[honestly, i'd've rather had some volunteers for the freakin' mealprep than the damned ice cream cake... but oh well... it'll go nicely with the 3buck chuck lullaby i intend to drink, 750ml bottle by 750ml bottle.]]]]
point is, i've been terrible at diaryland upkeep and shall remain so for next 10 days.
and probably 2 or 3 weeks after that.
we just need to figure out how to get internet without stealing it at the barkeep's place. er, our place.
er,er....
"home".
[[ssshhhhht! 'twasn't meant to sound mushyloveydoveygooshy. so, hush yr mouf.]]
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