Drat. Nobody died. This idiot girl at work stepped on my toe while we were preening in the ladies boudoir. Let out a screechy yelp and the mirror shattered. Now , a bunch of terrified humans think I'm Witch Hazel's cousin.
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| February 2004 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Drat. I'm jealous. I'm so sickly green with malicious envy. Where did Sebastian find this new girlfriend? Where in this wretched planet? Why, oh why does she have to be so bloody beautiful? Having them over for dinner at my hovel was most humiliating. I swear to the Titans that I'll murder Sebastian for this someday. Should have poisoned the fish or the tea last night. Why didn't I think of that? Hope that female called Lydee falls off a ravine soon. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Nasty day.� I didn't like the color of the sunshine or particularly the way the air moved or tasted. I shirked work too. Went to this strange foul smelling bazaar that sells horrible looking stuff. Didn't make any purchase or talk to anyone. Just wasted idle time until boredom engulfed me. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| I walked Mrs. Bat this morning. She sprained her ankle so she's temporarily an invalid. The old bird's pretty garrulous. Immensely relished listening to her gossips involving the denizens of the entire neighborhood. We walked four blocks and stopped at a caf� for brunch. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Came home and was mildly shocked to find Sebastian in my bathroom taking a shower. I asked how he managed to get in and he said the front door was unlocked. Soon, I joined him and we did indescribable things inside the stall for almost an hour. He stayed for dinner. I made a vegetarian meal because there was nothing else in the refrigerator but leafy green and orange things. After dinner, dessert, coffee and sex he explained the purpose of his visit: I'm invited to go sailing on a yacht with his friends next week. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Immensely excited. Going sailing with the beau monde, how wonderful! God, need a wardrobe change and a makeover and oh---must shed off these extra bulge FAST.�� | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| The postman is dead. How tragic. Think his name's Haydn or Sonderti - - - not so sure anymore. Wonder who would deliver our mails now. The deceased letter-carrier's quite a jolly fellow. Will miss him certainly. Oh....I broke a nail. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Had a simply divine dream. Was somewhere in Rio with John Taylor. Pranced around naked on a marvelous beach while he gazed lovingly after me ( oh lovely, lovely ). Didn't wanna wake up at all but the stupid alarm clock jangled before my beloved bassist had the chance to ravish my ethereal beauty. Smashed the damn thing afterwards to smithereens. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Been scanning the obituaries. Was hoping to see a few humans that I detest have passed on. Drat. Nobody died. This idiot girl at work stepped on my toe while we were preening in the ladies boudoir. Let out a screechy yelp and the mirror shattered. Now , a bunch of terrified humans think I'm Witch Hazel's cousin. |
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| Dated a Martian again. Will I ever learn? He's not so bad though but he left a very disagreeable aftertaste. Rinsed my mouth with Listerine and a dash of powdered sage. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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