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January: You'd think that someone, somewhere would have a copy of Auden's 'Talking to Myself' or 'Ode to Terminus' on the internet, wouldn't you?
February:
March: It's been a whole month. How utterly terrifying. And I still have nothing to report except a ream of useless facts about my day to day drudgery
April: Meme. Me. Me me.
May: There's no hot water so I have about 20 minutes to kill before the shower I've been looking forward to for an embarrassingly long time. Damn over-zealous energy saving flatmates.
June: Kate Fox (21).
July:
August: Hello world.
September: Being in town on your own is weird.
October:
November:
December: Hello. I am still alive.
Another nail in the coffin of this thing. Well, I never said it would be interesting. Having had a quick flick through the 5 and a half years (a terrifying thought) of my livejournal, I have to say 2003-4's probably the best of a bad bunch...just the right balance of amount of shit to say, and having convinced myself people were interested.