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| current | archives | profile | notes | gbook | host Reading: too lethargic to read Myer has destroyed my will to live. The city Myer is officially a cleverly disguised entrance to Hell. Jen and I spent an hour and a half in there getting lost, attempting to find a certain pair of jeans and then getting shunted all over the place by staff. I swear nobody in there knows what they are doing. And I didn't even end up getting the jeans. I did get the hottest pair of black fingerless gloves with purple skeleton hands. But they were also fucking hard to buy. It got to the point where we started cracking Lord of the Rings jokes. "One pair of jeans to rule them all" etc etc. As usual the day was spent lurking, impulse buying, consuming maccas and starbucks and coming up with the most fucked up one liners. This week is going to be fucking madness. I haven't had such a busy week in a long time and I have gotten used to not doing anything. I have work at Dusk on Monday, Thursday and Friday. On Tuesday I have a job interview at 9:45am and then have to go to Parramatta to fill out paperwork at this Temp agency. On Wednesday I have to catch a bus and two trains to Epping to spend the day at my sister's work putting together a promotional mailout [in order for me to do this i had to go through the Temp agency] and Rach won't be there because she is in Asia for work. So that's five full days of work. I don't mind it, I am just out of practice. It means I am going to have some decent moola for once, so I am going to book an appt for my hair hopefully not next weekend but the one after. I started writing this awesome short story on the train in the journal Caitlin sent me. I've written about half of it. Give me back my brain - 2007-07-04
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