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||[Aug. 16th, 2006|02:28 am]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
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Can’t shake the horrible feeling that I all of sudden hate everyone. I think this has something to do with not having money for alcohol, and that’s the way it goes, I can either be a genius or an alcoholic when I grow up. I’m thinking a little from column A a littlie from column B. Bah, work today was stuffy and blah, not really anyone to talk to. Well. I always do some kind of talking to some kind of person, can’t help myself, I’m a fecking blah fest, tha’ blah machine. Anyways, I can’t describe the feelings of joy that filled me when I heard my name called out behind me on my way home from work. It was Geir and his little hotties and he let me borrow a 100kr, a-presto: BEER. The pilsner made my heart sing and Geir’s peaps got me on the guest list at Garage. A really good girl band and some kind of goodish boy bands (ok, truthfully the second band was ear bleeding from hell and I have no trouble saying this: 'not goodish at all':/). Rain and heat all the way home- and tomorrow info meeting at the university. My least favourite time of the year, new bloody blooming term. Muh. Well, in to our lives a little rain must fall. Good night/fight.
-Kisses and daggers