Tuesday, October 23, 2001

Call me on the fone
..YeahYeah
Call me all alone
..Oh yeahyeah

I can hear the music from the hair place downstairs, as the sound waves bubble through my floor, they have this ^%#$#& song on the radio playing constantly - every hour on the hour.

It was cute for the first month or so.. but now...

Gah.

And no-one tell me I got the words wrong. Screw how accurate I am...
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Of course. Bloody perfect.

The store advertising the card reader I am expecting in the mail, is 'out of stock on this item'.

And it looks like it'll be in stock... never.

So, *thats* why Ive been waiting fruitlessly all this time, waiting for the device to clear my camera so I can have use of it again.

Of course.

Bloody &#^!%^%$ marvelous.
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