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Thursday, Oct. 30, 2003 - 2:37 a.m. |
Listening To:Hungry like the Wolf... Duran Durani hate Devil's Night
I have so much to write about, but I am so tired. It�ll hold until tomorrow, for the most part. The one small, amusing thing for today� I learned that searches on Google for Eponine will return my diary. I also came up in search results for a Baking Soda Submarine. I mentioned to Portia last weekend that I eventually want to run for Parliament. She said �are you sure you�d want a political job, Vego?� I responded by asking her if she didn�t think I already had one. Tomorrow is so going to suck *ss at work. Welfare�s out, which means busy, busy night� and it�s �Devil�s Night�, or �Mischief Night� in more civilized parts. I think this whole thing was invented by stoned teenagers who wanted to cause trouble and do pranks but didn�t want it cutting into their valuable Trick-Or-Treat candy harvesting time. Anyway, I hate working �Devil�s Night�. Every kid on glue for miles about will be around, hanging around with cans of silly string and cartons of eggs. Between the welfare cases and the glue-sniffers, I�m going to have such a fun time tomorrow. I�d better go to bed and get some sleep so I can do battle tomorrow. Reading:still school sh*t, will i ever finish?? Wishing:for the stoned teenagers to find somewhere else to hang out tomorrow
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