Officially, it must be the beginning of the cold season or the dark season. Daylight is leaving and we are replacing it with the heater, the blankets, and too many warm liquids. It is warned against this perilous mixing of warm liquids, cold places and speed. Loic failed to mention the crucial element of speed in transiting between warm liquids and cold places, but it must be essential.
The overhead light in my new office does not add to the romanticism of slaving over an original piece of research aided by an ever-full glass of brandy. So, I searched for the perfect accompaniment for my desk and my liquor fueled writings, but to no avail.
Instead, I came across pickles, gherkins or cornichons.
Nowhere near as exciting as lamps, lights, or lumieres.
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I am so surprised. See how my nostrils flare up to take it extra oxygen so I can sustain a state of excitement. Eyeballs are also enlarged, but this is only one of many adverse reactions to and overdose of oxygen.
The second adverse reaction is internet addiction. It is real. Fortunately, I am not a sufferer of such a terribly ironic and laughed-at malady. No, I'm just addicted to gum.
Dowap. Diddydiddy. Bang. Bang.
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today is supposed to bring a hurricane. i was not aware of the hurricane's portending arrival until yesterday evening when ashley said to me, "hey have you heard about that hurricane coming?" and i said, "no."
today i woke up tired and scurried off to work. well not so much of a scurry, because i just hopped into my friend bryant's car since my bike is sitting upside down on my floor with a newly PATCHED tire but no way to put air back in it. it was my first real patch. the others were imaginary. when i got to work there were hardly any people to be found. and more curious, no children. after an inquiry i found out that school had been canceled for chi'ren (cuz of hurricane impending doom) but not for adults. adults were to stay there until noon. i had no idea about all of this, but apparently all the adults were in the know because they had been forewarned with three phonecalls the previous night. i made sure that my phone number was added to the emergency list. the day passed quickly and i walked to GNO after work, purchased a bike pump, and walked another 30 minutes to my abode. i can't figure out why but the pump don't want to put air in the tire. i might be retarded.
speaking of mongoloids, i saw a mongolian film recently.
eckli seems to think that it is thanksgiving. she sent me a happy thanksgiving message. i told her, "not quite yet." BUT SOON! specially fer you two.
love,
poule
I sent you the "Happy Thanksgiving" because it WAS Thanksgiving for my family. We had it early since both my grandma and I are going to be out of town. I was tripping on turkey tryptophan when I sent you that.
Your new haircut looks British. Your facial expression looks typically Allyson. You should find some warm brandy drinks to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.
Only 11 more days!
Eckly, you seem to be so exited to come in the L'pool!
I hope you'll like you journey...
Allyson: ma cherie, je pense que tu es un peu crazy, mais c'est pas grave, je t'aime quand meme uberdamn much.
Did you know that, instead of a 25min trip to work, this morning it took me more than 2 hours? It was mental, insane, retarded and definitely not environmentally friendly. I need a bike! Or a motorcycle... I mean something that when you ride it, you just annoy people that are driving a car, but not get 2 hours late to work.
Why do you think I'm crazy?
Today I ate three types of ice cream mushed together and it was not good.
I then walked 1.123456789 hours back to my flat and my hands were frozen and red. I tried to write and stumbled. I think this could qualify as a disability
You should definitely apply for benefits on disability because of cold wheather and frozen hands.
I like the idea. Afterall, I'm pretty sure some might try, so why not you my dear?
Today is the end of WW1. I should dress in black and get drunk to commemorate 10 million people dead in the French countrside and really dirty trenches between 1914 and 1918. And of course, I shouldn't have worked today... It's tradition. Although, these British people have no respect for such events, they'd rather live in the present and not look back, but still having hundreds of soldiers stuck in a conflict that has nothing to do with them. Fortunately, Germans understand what it costed to our both Nations. German friends, I will raise my glass in memory of our glorious soldiers. It is important to remember and to celebrate these events as what once divided us should re-inforce our relationship. Mistakes have been made and because we remember we won't make them again. Fraternity shall be our shibboleth; as I know that in Germany as well as in France, there as been no single family that hasn't been hit by this War's atrocity, no single family that hasn't severely paid the price of War. I wish we keep on remembering in order not to do the same mistakes again. Cheers!
Geraudnimo why u no be writer
I don't have time for that...
I wouldn't be a could writter anyway. I would just go into details and people would get bored of my stories after the third page.
Oh, and by the way; British road are fucked up. I had another 2 hours trip to work this morning. I'm already getting at 5:30 to leave earlier, thinking that maybe I can go through it without not too many troubles, but it's just fucked. Anywhere you go: around road works, on the highway, off the highway, in the middle of the countrside with tractors and stuff: there are delays. How is this just possible? When it's not delays, you have a dickhead who smashes his damn car for no apparent reasons; when it's not that, you have "emergency road works" happening. Are people not fed up with this yet? I need a bike. I want a bike!
Katie is supposed to be sending me my bike. I'll find you a bike. How many wheels do you want?
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