When one is completely petrified of cockroaches, it is by Murphy's Law that one should encounter at least 4 of them at work.
Black hair doesn't change colour unless you bleach it; it just goes darker. Subtle highlights my ass.
If you ever go to Nando's, have them not put tomatoes in if you're going for a burger or a wrap. They're not always fresh/clean. And it is icky.
I want to go shopping.
Sales own my soul.
Not sick of chicken yet.
Really want to watch Angel.
I crave comics.
TV is overrated. The news is underrated. Still, no one cares about the deal John Howard made with Peter Costello, so stop writing about it already.
Lacking in motivation to foray too deep into RP Land right now, because of work.
Work = money. Getting paid = good. Getting taxed = stupid.
I cannot figure out how to turn off the navigation strip up top there and it is driving me crazy. Help, anyone?
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