You know what? Fuck travel, fuck leaving the house, fuck MOVING. I'm not going to Cork until somebody fucking well comes up here and makes me. I'm not going to fucking Oxford in June. If I get on another plane this year there had best be a car, a hotel, a beach, and no fucking expectations waiting for me at the other end.
Someone woke me up calling my mobile, I dumped it on the floor (open) and went back to bed as soon as they shut up. Inevitably I stepped on it! The screen snapped neatly off and sheared off four tiny ribbon cables from inside the hinge
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"Leave a comment if you want to know what I really think of you, and I'll reply and tell you. No lies, all honesty." There is more but I took it out. I heard this is some kind of meme, you are probably supposed to do something else with it, I would have to ask Richard Dawkins. Ending clause does not preclude strategic omission.
UCD sent me their offer, I have undergrad place. Also I was in bed and needed to sneeze but I couldn't move my arms fast enough so I sneezed into Liz's shoulder it was rad.