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[Jun. 3rd, 2005|09:34 am]
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okay you don't really have to do this, except YOU mozza, because i did yours so it's time to repay the favor. and for those who do feel like doing it i highly recommend you just skip the questions you don't like and ADD ones you do. done and done.
1. Name:
2. Date of birth:
3. Place of residence:
4. What makes you happy:
5. What are you listening to now/last listened to:
6. Do you read my journal:
7. If you do, what are the bits that stand out as particularily good or bad:
8. Interesting fact about yourself:
9. Are you in love at the moment, or have a crush:
10. Favourite spot/place to be:
11. Your favourite lyrics (poetry or song):
12. Best time of the year:
RECOMMEND
1. A movie:
2. A book:
3. Artist/band, song and album:
PLUS
1. One thing you like about me:
2. Two things you like about yourself:
3. If we have mutual LJ friends, tell me what you like about them:
4. Put this in your own journal so I can tell you what I like about you |
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[Jun. 3rd, 2005|09:36 am]
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hey kiddies. i'm back in the barossa which means UPDATING TIME! the only computer i get to really use these days lies here in ango-fango.
our house is slowly becoming more homely but less ... good. i suspect we will never get our bond back. psht! it's overated anyway (that's a lie, i want it back!) but anyway i hate my work more than ever, and considering it's kind of all i do these days, it's not a very good thing. this skank whore bitch face slut bag wench of an ugly mole face evil tyrant slag (YEH I HOPE YOU'RE FUCKING READING THIS YOU FUCKER) is really getting to me. i thought i could just be polite enough and she'd hopefully be the same. we don't like each other, we both know that, but at least i'm not a childish lamo about it like she is. okay the fact that i'm bitching about her now using all the horrible words i can might make you think otherwise, but i assure you that when i'm at work i'm the mature well mannered one. fucking hate her guts though. and this is lj man, its not even real bitching damnit! but the managers are being fuckfaces too so that makes it all worse. i wish i had a better job. i wish i could go all jennifer aniston in office space and give the managers the finger before saying "I hate this job, i hate this goddamn job and i dont need it!" but unfortunately i do. need it i mean.
anyway, what else has happened... nothing really... my life is finally as boring as my personality. which is kind of funny when you think about it, because when you're plain, bland and uninteresting you can usually hide it by doing things that are the opposite of that, but now i can't do that so i've assumed my destiny as girl-most-likely-to-become-a-crazy-cat-lady. ahh good times ahead, gooooooodd times ahead children. |
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