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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Wednesday, September 24, 2003

My house is now guest free. The week just gone in twenty words: Lots of guys spending money, getting pissed and watching movies. And there I was, stuck in the middle with an editing assignment. OK, twenty-two words.

It was great. Highlights: Congratulations to John for joining the "fuck-off cool boots" society, you may now continue to associate with me and Jojo; 28 Days Later is brilliant, well-made, and also features a pretty boy covered in blood (which is just how we like them); predictive text prohibits sending messages about pesto ("serum") and, I later found, doesn't like the word "smut" much either.

Also, I ate kangaroo. Not, like, in the wild or anything. In a restaurant.

In other news, I'm considering NaNoWriMoing again this year. Because I'm mad John mentioned it and I'm mad I won't actually be in school in November. Everything seems to finish around the first week of November. Plus, I'm mad I got an idea for it on the way home from work. And, yes, I admit it. I'm mad.

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