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Right After This: February 2010
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Tuesday, February 23, 2010. Despite the thrill of spam comments making me look far more blogpopular than I actually am, I've turned on word verification. Annoying, but I know that everyone secretly loves the chance of getting a random scattering of letters that just so happen to spell something obscene, so you can thank me later. So, uh, basically a post to say that there's nothing really that I can post right now. Um Hope you're well! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Right After This E-mail.
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Right After This: June 2010
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Tuesday, June 1, 2010. I am wondering if I will ever feel like it's ok to Settle, and be content with my mediocre life, and Have Kids, and all of the stuff that I'm supposed to do now that I'm an adult but really don't feel like I am, and may never be, ready for it. And you thought I was kidding about the emo poetry, didn't you? So I might start up another blog some place to spew and belch vitriol all over the internet, as it's been a while. Or maybe I won't, if I continue to be a lazy git. Learning from...
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Right After This
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Monday, January 18, 2010. The Tale of my First* Drunken Pash since being a Single Person (and yet further proof that everything I do in life is an EPIC FAIL). A friend and I had decided on a night on the town. We headed out on Saturday and I immediately felt underdressed (why do all girls wear pretty party dresses now? I like shirts and jeans, goshdarnit), but consoled myself with cheap and nasty beer. It was super, super fun and we were having a very delightful time. And it was absolutely horrific.
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Right After This: June 2009
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Thursday, June 25, 2009. I joined Twitter last week. I joined it so I could follow Peter Serafinowicz. With no intent of ever using it, and then while I was out drinking with workfolk the discussion moved to Twitter, and I started using it. Also, have arrived home to discover that Miss Audrey Apple has already posted. A similar (though much better worded) confession. Quite freaky.). Or maybe I am. Either way, you are permitted to punch me in the face now. Sunday, June 21, 2009. And your unroadworthy state.
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Right After This
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Thursday, April 29, 2010. In this super introspective phase of my life, I realise how much of a creature of habit I am. As Relationship #4 begins to find its feet, like a clumsy, ridiculously long-limbed, newborn fawn, I find myself following a familiar pattern. With 27 rapidly approaching, maybe I'm beginning to figure myself out? Stage One - Excited! Oh gosh, someone new! Someone new who is lovely and into me and gives me the giddies! I thought we were just shagging, but now I think that, gasp! I no lo...
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Right After This: January 2010
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Monday, January 18, 2010. The Tale of my First* Drunken Pash since being a Single Person (and yet further proof that everything I do in life is an EPIC FAIL). A friend and I had decided on a night on the town. We headed out on Saturday and I immediately felt underdressed (why do all girls wear pretty party dresses now? I like shirts and jeans, goshdarnit), but consoled myself with cheap and nasty beer. It was super, super fun and we were having a very delightful time. And it was absolutely horrific.
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Right After This: August 2009
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Monday, August 31, 2009. I like music. I am not one of these hip and trendy people who listen to new, innovative bands, but I like music. I like to listen to it, and I dabble at playing it, though I largely suck at the latter. I even sing along with my whiny cat-strangle voice from time to time. So when people tell me that they are in a band or involved with music in some way, my interest is piqued. Mainly because my total suckage at playing/singing means I am immediately envious of them. E-mail it to me!
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Right After This: July 2009
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Friday, July 31, 2009. Oh my Oh my goodness my goodness golly gosh my. Today I received some very major news, which I am bullet pointing below. Or short-sentencing below. You know what I mean. I got the techy job. Turns out that they have wanted me on their team for yonks, and my boss and boss's boss knew about it, but neglected to tell me. It means I get a nasty paycut but increased brain stimulation and happy feelings. I start in two weeks. This is one more week at work, and then a planned week off.
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Right After This
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Sunday, July 12, 2009. As you probably know, the reason I started RAT and ditched the Old Blog was related to my ex. Specifically, I wanted somewhere else that I could write, that he didn't know about. So I tried to make this one as anonymous as possible, with no links or references to the old one, and thought that would be that. So how should one feel when the ex mentioned has shown that he is actually reading this blog, by leaving a comment on one of the posts? I guess I need a mop to clean up my head.
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Right After This: December 2009
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Wednesday, December 30, 2009. I'm not normally one for New Year's Resolutions, but I think that in 2010 I need to meet some new people. Seriously. I feel like I'm pretty much married to my group of work friends, and following on from the "propositions" from the previous post. And some other stuff (ooh, yes, very vague) it's all getting a wee bit awkward. The group is rife with gossip, deservedly so with all of the shagging going on, and the whole thing is feeling very incestuous. My own fault, yes, I know.