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Jan. 28th, 2005 09:37 amthere now: wasn't that a better use of my time than writing this goddamn psychology essay?
people on my flist who know of a british show called 'what not to wear' (it's the one with trinny & susannah) what do you think of sebastienne's chances of getting a £2,000 shopping spree? mmmm, money. i'm filming my audition tape tomorrow.
and i'm gonna need it: the house we've put down a deposit for is by no means cheap. i was about to describe its location in detail; that's probably a bad idea, on a public journal, isn't it? "this is were i'm going to be living next year; come rape and kill me horribly": suffice to say that it is in a .very. good location, above a shop of which i am .exceedingly. fond. tim and laurie and me in the pansexual house of love, the house of OULES parties and frilly aprons and 'ballgowns, not dressing gowns!'
if you're coming to oxford next year (or are already here) watch out for us - we're gonna be notorious.
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Date: 2005-01-28 02:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-28 04:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-28 05:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-28 05:31 am (UTC)*second thought* Oh, and er, neither are you.
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Date: 2005-01-28 05:14 am (UTC)nakedliteraryorgiesgatherings.no subject
Date: 2005-01-31 06:20 am (UTC)Har, and I am living four thousand miles away from anywhere. IN A HOVEL. I wol be leik so bohemiene.
DUDE I'M GOING TO WRITE YOU A LETTERin the morning, i'm makin waffles
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Date: 2005-01-31 06:23 am (UTC)statistics sucks donkey cock.
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Date: 2005-02-01 04:10 am (UTC)I writ two lines of it yesterday, mostainly they were incoherent. mmm cogency.
mm donkey cock. did that scare you? that scared me.