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[19 Nov 2005|02:04pm] |
Birthday's come and go like fine wines; You pay an extortionate amount for it, and then it's gone within 4 glasses.
Luckily I don't like wine. n.n
I think I've successfully convinced the Air Ventilation Man - whom I shall name Ken, for now - that all I do all day is sit pretty at my desk. Perhaps a walk is in need. I believe it's time for my liquid lunch.
Sayonara Ken!
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