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Beige Project Central: December 2008
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Ambitious plans, scattered notes and lost threads. Thursday, December 11, 2008. When your Korean friend tells you something is not. Very spicy, remember that the concept of "spicy" is very different where she comes from. Written after eating not. Very spicy instant noodles and feeling the ashes of my lips blow away breath by breath. Links to this post. Monday, December 8, 2008. 6 Things To Do. Recycling is good, yes? Made such a structured list all I could do was recycle. 6 things I am doing now:.
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Please stop asking about my love life: May 2010
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Please stop asking about my love life. I have nothing to say and I'm saying it. Thursday, 27 May 2010. While my womb gently weeps. Not even 2 months old, and already making international phone calls via Skype (with a little help of her Grandma). How is it even possible to be so cute? Monday, 24 May 2010. I have a beautiful baby niece Ema! Let me show you her! I have new footwear! You know what would look good on that stumpy ankle? Thursday, 20 May 2010. Oh, wow, really? Saturday, 15 May 2010. Because she...
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Please stop asking about my love life: Internetless
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Please stop asking about my love life. I have nothing to say and I'm saying it. Thursday, 1 July 2010. Well, obviously not entirely, but listen to this. My boss' laptop gave all it had to give, apparently, and it died last year or so. Therefore, I have no computer at my disposal. I survived a boat ride today! I am not a fan of boats, okay? One of my colleagues asked if I'll go out with them tomorrow night. I might. Screw the Internet, it sounds like youre having a much better time without us!
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Please stop asking about my love life: Boys are stupid. Throw rocks at them.
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Please stop asking about my love life. I have nothing to say and I'm saying it. Monday, 18 October 2010. Boys are stupid. Throw rocks at them. So plz to be forwarding all your throwable rocks to me. TIA. A certain jailbait boy suddenly realised how young he really is and stopped communicating with me. Clearly, I'm not that resentful a person. Like, WTF, jailbait ex-bf? Open this folder,". I said. He stared at the screen. Do you see the folders? I asked, to which he replied. 19 October 2010 at 22:12.
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Please stop asking about my love life: October 2010
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Please stop asking about my love life. I have nothing to say and I'm saying it. Tuesday, 26 October 2010. It's 10.16pm, somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Well, okay, I'm guessing we're still in Slovenia, but this could easily be Austria as well, as far as I know. It's raining, and it's cold, and this is one hell of an uncomfortable bus. I'm a freakin' midget and even I barely have room for my legs. But it's okay, 7,5 hours down, 12 to go. I felt the beginning of. The beer dude got off the bus here in M...
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Please stop asking about my love life: July 2009
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Please stop asking about my love life. I have nothing to say and I'm saying it. Wednesday, 1 July 2009. So our Prime Minister quit today. Out of the blue. One minute he's the Prime Minister, the next he's quitting. I mean, I understand the guy. It's a tough gig nowadays. The country is in some deep shit. In the words of the man himself,. We're in a banana. =. Phrased in an extremely informal way, so very unfitting for a Prime Minister to use.). You know the recession? So the guy just QUIT. Also, he said:.
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Please stop asking about my love life: May 2009
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Please stop asking about my love life. I have nothing to say and I'm saying it. Sunday, 24 May 2009. This is not about Watchmen. Long story short, boiling oil exploded all over my kitchen (not an exaggeration) and burned my arm. Me: If you look closely, this burn looks like a tank. Me: Well all right, it's not exactly Rorschach. Him: Haha, I did actually think of Rorschach as you said it. Me: I knew you would. I'm so professionally deformed. Saturday, 23 May 2009. So today we had another non-date. Sons o...
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Please stop asking about my love life: April 2010
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Please stop asking about my love life. I have nothing to say and I'm saying it. Tuesday, 27 April 2010. It's a thin line between Aww end Eww. Think about baby animals. Think about your childhood stuffed toys. Think about picking up your favourite purple cow from a box and finding a nest of newborn mice living in the butchered insides of your childhood stuffed toys. There Now you know how I feel. I don't actually know what that means, but it seemed appropriate.). It's not as bad as you thought, right?
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Please stop asking about my love life: March 2010
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Please stop asking about my love life. I have nothing to say and I'm saying it. Tuesday, 30 March 2010. Sunday, 28 March 2010. I got no plans and too much time. My Mum thinks my 41yo computer course teacher is hitting on me. Yeah. Just because he came over yesterday to hang out a bit with me. Which, okay, might be a bit weird to her, but that doesn't mean he's trying to get into my pants. Him telling me I'm fascinating , complimenting my make-up, and my perfume -. At least he's handsome. There's this acr...
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Please stop asking about my love life: August 2011
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Please stop asking about my love life. I have nothing to say and I'm saying it. Friday, 12 August 2011. And So I Was a Cleaning Lady. And now, back to being unemployed. Yay. Well, I didn't plan to start on such a gloomy note, but there you have it. At least I didn't bring up my hemorrhoids (that is a story for a different post, best one I never ever write. You're welcome.). And I'm still not paying rent. So. win? For such a short time and always in. The wrong clothes, crusted with dirt and sweat.
