I hate rain. It makes everything wet and squelchy. I hate it more when it lands on me and makes me wet and squelchy. Approx 6 spots of it makes my hair look like that chick with the pet sheep from Wallis And Grommit. I’m soaking. I’m at work. My socks are wet. I am not a happy camper.
and They’ve screwed up my shifts this weekend. So due to the negligence of my employers, i’m working on friday, instead of getting on a train with the express intention of getting Mr. Bell totally mortal* I’ll leave that task up to you, stu. Please take pride in your work, and do so conscienciously
* A, sent you a card today. Hope ya get it for tomorrow, though the chap at the post office was doubtful. Fucksticksss. Sorry babe. Drinkies are on me, next time i’m in the hood 
04-Mar-04 at 6:41 pm | Permalink
> Fucksticksss
I don’t know if you realise but this is textbook Judge Death.
07-Mar-04 at 9:38 pm | Permalink
Hey Jill, sorry for the big cock-up with the commenting on my journal. As stated, there a lot of people on there who are commenting anonamously and it’s getting really confusing/frustrating.
Sorry, again.
Ross
x
08-Mar-04 at 9:30 am | Permalink
btw the card was loverly, thank you everso.
08-Mar-04 at 2:18 pm | Permalink
Ross > No worries..
Air > Birthday updates required as soon as you regain the ability to type at length : )