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[07 Mar 2008|05:09pm] |
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"Keep Breathing" - Ingrid Michaelson |
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| ...these four walls are lost forever - i could never be that clever... |
[07 Mar 2008|03:56pm] |
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"Polaroid Millenium" - Superior |
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You know, it's absurdly slow today. Usually Fridays are really busy, but it looks like the rain is keeping everyone inside. I don't mind the free time, but Anita and Mike have started some sort of weird game down a the other end of the counter and it's distracting. Pieces of paper keep getting tossed in my general direction and I'm not sure whether they're aiming for me specifically, in which case their aim is quite good, or if they're doing it by accident, which would mean their aim is really very bad.
And I've lost my mobile again. I swear, I don't know where the thing always ends up, but I think it might be in cahoots with my keys. And possibly my debit card. The lot of them are going to run off to Brazil together. But they'll need my passport for that, and it's in a filing cabinet somewhere in my parents' house, so I don't think they're going to manage it. But I suppose they could get to Scotland easily enough. Wouldn't that be inconvenient?
Hannah, don't try to set me up on any more dates. I appreciate the thought, really I do, but I can only take so much awkwardness before my head explodes. And then the shop would close and I'm fairly certain some of my more dedicated patrons would be upset with you.
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