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guts and garters

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Wednesday, August 21, 2002

Just how much of a dozy bint do I become when I get sick? This much:

Thinking ahead, I realise that, since I am a total Snot Factory at the moment (ew! gross out! ewww!), I'm going to need tissues when I go out, so I carefully fold some, and put them in my pocket. Yes! I am Prepared!

Hmm, I then think. I might have to go straight from this appointment to work, so I should really change my pants. So I do.

Do I then put the tissues in the pockets of my new pants? Of course not!

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