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Aug. 4th, 2004 01:47 pmMost Erotic Scene of the Day:
I was coming back to my office, carrying a Tesco bag with my lunch, when I saw two builders on the other side of the road. They were in their mid-twenties, tanned, covered in paint and powder. One of them had his t-shirt rolled up - you could see a trail of dark hair running down his smooth stomach and into his trousers. He was speaking into a cellphone as if he ran the world. The other was wearing combat trousers and a green wife-beater. He looked left and right while grabbing his crotch. He had a semi-erect cock. They crossed the street and made people move out of their way.
Angry Moment of the Day:
I still haven't been able to get my deposit from my last apartment. The real estate agents say that the landlord has the money; the landlord says he only has part of it and the agents have the rest. I'm spewing blood. I want to kill. I called the Citizens Advice Bureau and immediatly knew it was hopeless when a temp answered the phone. We should bring back the guilloutine and line up all temps (after I've stopped being a temp).
Loveliest Memory(ies) of the Day:
Oh Shrek! Oh you green man who must be a gay bears' pinup! Oh Pinocchio and your pink thong! Oh Giat Gingerbread man! Oh Puss in Boots with sexy Banderas accent!
Happiest News of the Day:
A lovely couple I know are expecting a baby. Time to open the champagne bottles.
Most Hopeless Search of the Day:
Before going to Tesco's on my lunch break, I dropped by Waterstone's bookstore. I looked for a copy of Entertaining Ourselves to Death. They didn't even have a section for Cultural Studies. All I saw were Bush-bashing books. Enough already; we get the point.
Thought of the Day:
Watching porn will not destroy your morals.
I was coming back to my office, carrying a Tesco bag with my lunch, when I saw two builders on the other side of the road. They were in their mid-twenties, tanned, covered in paint and powder. One of them had his t-shirt rolled up - you could see a trail of dark hair running down his smooth stomach and into his trousers. He was speaking into a cellphone as if he ran the world. The other was wearing combat trousers and a green wife-beater. He looked left and right while grabbing his crotch. He had a semi-erect cock. They crossed the street and made people move out of their way.
Angry Moment of the Day:
I still haven't been able to get my deposit from my last apartment. The real estate agents say that the landlord has the money; the landlord says he only has part of it and the agents have the rest. I'm spewing blood. I want to kill. I called the Citizens Advice Bureau and immediatly knew it was hopeless when a temp answered the phone. We should bring back the guilloutine and line up all temps (after I've stopped being a temp).
Loveliest Memory(ies) of the Day:
Oh Shrek! Oh you green man who must be a gay bears' pinup! Oh Pinocchio and your pink thong! Oh Giat Gingerbread man! Oh Puss in Boots with sexy Banderas accent!
Happiest News of the Day:
A lovely couple I know are expecting a baby. Time to open the champagne bottles.
Most Hopeless Search of the Day:
Before going to Tesco's on my lunch break, I dropped by Waterstone's bookstore. I looked for a copy of Entertaining Ourselves to Death. They didn't even have a section for Cultural Studies. All I saw were Bush-bashing books. Enough already; we get the point.
Thought of the Day:
Watching porn will not destroy your morals.
