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you may already have seen these, as it's taken me 12 hours to get around james' gallery being classed as "adult material" - blocked at work, and the lack of right-clickablity at the library ( Read more... )

as i walked past the office snack vending machine, i noticed that the spiral that holds the Polo mints in place was twisted slightly further than normal ( Read more... )

got a cheap little camera. close-up shots of adorable squirrels outside buckingham palace to follow.

this weekend's lesson:

large men wearing hoodies in brixton back alleys are not the most trustworthy people.

and now i'm going to try my hand at fare-evading on the superfast train home.

love to you all.

sat in the laundromat this morning at 7:30, waiting for my clothes to dry. alone, i was able to indulgently press my body against the toasty door of the dryer. chip shop kids shivered outside, waiting for parents who chose to live here drive them to private school. usually the laundry is full. middle aged smokers, watching their husband's trackies ( Read more... )

earlier, i began to cry.
my work colleagues thought i was upset.


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i have written in my notepad:

"conceptual art is a by-product of a litigational society"

could someone please think of a justification for this? i'm sure one exists but i've forgotten.

ray, the computer admin dude, just came and took some login details from me.

i've a feeling i should have mentioned the poor interweb security to the department to enhance career prospects, rather than take advantage of it for livejournalling.

wish me luck :)