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experiment no. 8
19 April 2029 @ 12:11 am
okay. so you found me. you can stay if you fancy that. I may stay as well.

please leave your shoes at the door and ignore all incorrectly labelled post-its. I am mildly insane.

experiment no. 8
05 March 2010 @ 10:33 pm
I started googling anxiety disorder yesterday. This pretty much explains my lack of everything, doesn't it?

We just had to evacuate the lounge room because a cockroach the size of my middle finger crawled over my foot and now I'm listening to Ass2Ass on repeat. I think Karen is the cutest thing ever.

Failed sexbombs are adorable.

I can't even write in an actual journal so I don't know why I bother here.

experiment no. 8
28 January 2010 @ 06:36 pm
This week was weird. Also have I been away a while or does my post an entry box have an orange ring around it?

I was in the book store today. I was amused to see that John Edwards' book was in the travelling section. I'm glad that Borders recognises that travel is both spiritual and physical.

I have a job where I answer phones and people think I know everything. Its tiring. But I do have a lot of post-it notes. That's kind of neat.

My entries are pointless and make no sense. I don't even know why I do this.
experiment no. 8
12 January 2010 @ 01:09 pm
And now for the post that makes no sense whatsoever.

Watched Sleeping Beauty last night. I forgot how much that movie creeped me out. It actually took me a while to sleep.

Also I forgot how tiny that girl's waist is. Its the smallest of all the disney princesses right? Its barely an inch wide.

And now I have to pack up my entire house because we are yet again moving in two days! Fun right? House count: 18. I am not kidding in the slightest.

I finally got around to watching episode ten of The Vampire Diaries and now I can't believe I have to wait until the 28th for the next one.

Okay I'm done. This post was pointless, no? BUT I'M BORED BECAUSE THE TEMP AGENCY WON'T CALL ME BACK.

Rose if you're still secretly reading all my posts I'm sorry for not calling. I'm a twat.