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2002-12-17 - 4:31 p.m. |
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Oh no more people no more food, please. I�m finished. My plates all filled up. So�s my dance card. Oh, and just to remind anyone who may have forgotten: I am not a nice person. I�m not. I�m a jerk. I have, really, no qualms about alienating nearly the entire world. You might think that I would be worried about the conflict inherent in such an attitude, but I find that the jerk only comes out when provoked, (remember I�m also a big grouchy winter bear) and those times? I�m glad I can stick up for myself. I�m glad I roar when poked with a stick. Don�t you poke me. You. Lunch today, at the new yum yum Mexican restaurant, was an amusing affair as long as I pretended I was Jane Austen, wryly observing the ridiculous foibles of the human race. Many ridiculous people work in my department. Edward: [shouting] While some may call my interest in Tolkien obsessive, I call it scholarship.I had the most popular book in the book exchange second year running. I�m such a dork. (Also the second year that my book was the first one picked. Oh my god. Why Molu why do you even notice such things?) This is the book I received: Ride a Pale Horse by Helen MacInnes. Anyone want it? I surely don�t. It looks just dreadful. Oh lord grant me some peace. I cannot wait to go home, to lie down, to be with Bash and Harold and Miss Blue. I will lie down and I will let my brain float away because who needs it anymore. |
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