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Feb 16, 2009 16:12

i feel so jealous of everyone's nice valentinesing because all i got from my boyfriend who was not even here was a text, a text! and even though i look down on it sometimes i would really like cliched shit like some flowers or a card or to be cooked for or taken out to dinner, no one has ever taken me out to dinner (by which i mean paid for me. ( Read more... )

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nartthefart February 17 2009, 16:28:33 UTC
At least you do WANT a child and can stand the idiotic snivelling snotdrips without wanting to punch their tiny stupid faces in though.

Graham will just have to become a famous composer and then I can be Kept.

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nartthefart February 17 2009, 16:27:01 UTC
I just asked the IT man how working in IT was and he was like "I don't know really, never thought about it" EVEN THOUGH he has been working there for 20 years.
Can you imagine? That is nearly how long we have been ALIVE.

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gobnoxious February 16 2009, 18:15:30 UTC
hahaahahahha @ the licking of the chocolate but that would be grosssss. blerghghhgh.
x

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gobnoxious February 16 2009, 18:16:24 UTC
ps i have totally thought of using having a baby as an excuse to get out of what i am doing at the moment but ultimately decided that it would probably be a terrible thing to do. but you're not alone.

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sugarfreeandi February 16 2009, 19:19:57 UTC
it's actually at the point that i'm thinking about having a child JUST SO i get some time off. bad times.

Man, I love you sometimes. I really do. You make me feel like a normal person.

/total compliment

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nartthefart February 17 2009, 16:29:48 UTC
aw m'andi :)
from the above i think it seems that we have all thought about children like this. perhaps this is the only reason people actually have children?!

(PS TOTAL SQUEE AT YOUR ICON <3)

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so_many_candles February 17 2009, 17:45:33 UTC
You should thief all music for a night?

I lack a womb.

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