17th November 2001.
I’m addicted to Sims, a new addition
to my latest list of addictions. My addiction to mocha or anything with caffeine
in it has not waned. Come to think of it my cravings are getting frequent. Heck
I’m really turning into a corporate mice even without being in the corporate
world….. *pauses to ponder validity of sentence*…. Nevermind
Oh…and once again I’m jobless.
Trashed the trading job.. too risky, too many sleazebags staring at your arse
and my team manager is a lesbian.
The red on my hair is fading. My power
to scare pre-pubescent boys, moms, dads and generally humans on the street is
starting to wan with every shampoo. Desperately considering an outrages yet
acceptable new hair do… is that possible? Outrage yet acceptable?
While discussing the set up of a
portfolio page today Martyn ran a check on domains available and found out that
my name was that of a rather active and thriving S&M porn site. Wow…. So
we actually do learn things everyday. *sic*
Missed the Sander Kleinenberg gig. Well
it was more like I didn’t go because I had no tickets. And I bet it was good
as well.. Now we know why they give out free invites on other days.
Definitely need to learn how to make my
own mocha. How am I supposed to function when the vision of a nice warm cup of
mocha keeps flashing in my head? Thank goodness.
My body is aching in all possible way
and directions. Kickboxing was kick ass. And now I’m kicked with the after effects of it. Hands shaking …. Legs
aching.. I’m getting too old for this. But fear not! For I shall enrol next
week and whip this lazy arse of mine into shape.
I just noticed how risqué my previous sentence was. Heck… that’s just so me. *does drum roll on table whilst laughing loudly*
Can’t type anymore… must sleep now….
*reaches with much difficulty for bed*
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