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Sometimes Erica puts things really well.
"Did you here about Micheal Jackson? I feel bad, because me and my friends always made fun of him, and now he's dead."
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There's something sort of nice about going in to work an hour later, and then when you do catch the bus, the bus driver expresses his worry that he thought you had missed the bus entirely ( Read more... ) -
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Oh god it is six thirty in the morning and I don't have to be awake and yet I am ( Read more... ) -
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Two pieces of news, both in regards to two of my sisters.
One, my sister is engaged, omg ( Read more... ) -
I am still in my pyjamas, oh ho ho ho ho.
Ridiculous amounts of snow. Not working. Actual honest-to-god blizzard on Sunday night. We lost the driveway on the other side. Fortunately, my landlord has just got a snowblower ( Read more... ) -
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This is two days in a row that I've come downstairs to discover a strange man sleeping on the couch.
They were different men.
The second, who I did actually get to meet before I was surprised, is sitting just behind me, texting on his phone. He got a bit drunk last night. It's sort of weird.
I have to make pie tonight! -
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This time yesterday, we had no snow at all to speak of. It had snowed a few times, but had melted soon after ( Read more... ) -
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I keep a notebook on me most of the time. What mostly gets written in it is slightly incoherent stories that go nowhere, but keep me occupied on the bus. Occassionally it's things I feel it's important to remember ( Read more... )