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Tuesday August 3, 2004

Published on August 3, 2004 in Uncategorized. 2 Comments


Nation
click if you’re queer

An msn conversation. At 1 am. In that exact format. In those exact words. In no way altered whatsoever. So please. Pardon all the cussing.

Wouldn’t you just DIE to go!
I wanna go! It’ll be so fun!! Les go! Les go!
I KNOW!!! MONEY HOW?!!!?
Save fucking hell borrow beg steal!!
It’s in FOUR DAYS!!!!
WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Must buy tix for Nation somemore! NONE OF US HAVE TIX!!!!
fuckfuckfuckfuck
I KNOW! *throws self off building*
lol
Fucking hell Dave we must fucking go next year okAY!!! *holds out virtual pinkie*
*grabs virtual pinkie*

We then continued to babble for ages. Gawd, you’re such a distractor.

An official thank you note:

Dear Dave,
Thank you for lending me your original uk copies of Queer As Folk. I have been waiting with breath that is baited for so long to watch all of them. As you know, i have been wildly amused by the show since the first day  you introduced it to me. I know they are precious. And i appreciate it so so so much THANK YOU!!!
Enthusiastic hug*, Joyce

Okay. Enough queerness for the day. Or the week (for you), i presume.

YET another person thought i looked like Ash today. It’s getting so incessant, i’m getting used to it. I was standing outside college with Dave. This girl (i don’t know) who is Dave’s friend comes up to say hi to him. She stares at me strangely. I stare back. Walau what’s her problem man, stare what, ya lar my tits bigger, so? Dave introduces her to me, ‘This is Joyce’ and she reacts in shock, ‘oh! I thought it was Ashley… She looks like Ashley…’

I was clicking thru my blog calendar and just found a big picture of Kel (see post below) here. Tee hee.

 

Tuesday August 3, 2004

Published on August 3, 2004 in Uncategorized. 7 Comments

What’s With The Camel?

Kelvin, Mary and i are online. Kelv is pissed as fuck cos his editor forgot his name on the magazine this month.

Kelv: There’s this unbelievable amount of frustration building up inside of me.
Mary: You need a drink
Joyce: yEA! Alcohol is GOOD!
Kelv: I need sex. Crazy wild sex. With a camel. Cos even a camel has more courtesy than my editor!!!
Joyce: If i’m stressed, i make out with Mary…
Mary: hee hee hee
Kelv: I don’t want to make out with you two lesbos! I WANT A CAMEL.

Hence.


Strawberry Lassi and Coffee… is a no-no.

I’m listening to the Black Eyed Peas’ Let’s Get It Started. It’s as addictive as Jamelia’s Superstar. But at this very moment, it’s so appropriate for me cos of the

‘and the bass keeps running running  and running running and running running and running running…’

cos my nose has been running-running since i woke up.

I wanted to make my usual afternoon cocktail since i’m at home. But i daren’t lest i get sleepy and not complete my work. So i made coffee instead. I ran out of milk. So i substituted it with lassi. I didn’t see it was strawberry flavour till i had dunked it in.

Now i have sucky coffee and no alcohol.

Oh woe is me!