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On 2002-08-07 at 2:49 p.m.... I've got another job, so I bought another shirt. It's fitting really. Also, it's fitted. Yeah, I get to be one of those people who bothers you in your own home. It's only for six weeks and I have a friend who's Worryingly Effusive about the virtues of market research, because apparently you can tell a lot about a person from their curtains. But I'll only be phoning people, so I'll have to get them to tell me about their curtains. Yeah. Continuing as I am with this borrowed life of sudden hipness, this weekend I got completely monstered in several places where I apparently know the DJ. I don't, but that's my secret. I love summer. If anyone can make sense of the glaring sentence fragment which someone left in my guestbook, then they're a better person than I. Cribbed from FHM: An intense game of Trivial Pursuit is raging, and The Blonde Girl of Mysogynist Joke Infamy rolls the dice. 'Right', says her friend, 'If you were in a vacuum, and somebody called your name, could you hear them?' The BGOMJI thinks carefully. 'Hmmm', she ponders with furrowed brow, 'is it switched on?' Ba-Dum-Bum. Yeah, I miss my friends a lot.
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