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tired and underprepared
On 2002-07-28 at 11:47 p.m.... The Second Coming occured in our garden earlier today. Or, more accurately, we found a tortoise and called him Jesus (think about it). Also, he battered his way out of the cardboard box we put him in, which could be a tenuous Resurrection joke, and then proceeded to attack the Labrador, which probably couldn't. Working in a heavingly popular nightclub in the height of summer comes deeply unrecommended. I had to chisel my jeans off. Some woman may or may not have given me her phone number, and the boss may or may not have boffed Kylie during the mid-1990's. I don't even know. It's a bizarre job. More of my friends should be around - it's very arbitrary that I find myself here, with only a couple of folks around that I really know. It's a quarter-life crisis! Yeah, I'm going to watch E4 until my eyes fall out.
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