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Grr...

I am still alive, but only just.

I am stressed, tired, in pain, pissed off and generally not in a good frame of mind.

I want to kill my housemates. Nicole can't seem to get her head around the concept of "sharing" the house until I can move out, plus their housekeeping is horrid (the kitchen smells, not a good thing in my book).

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delphaeus
Apr. 17th, 2005 09:35 pm (UTC)
Well, it could be raining! *ducks for cover*
greenglowgrrl
Apr. 17th, 2005 09:48 pm (UTC)
:( Ick.

Never mind, soon you'll have your own nice place and be able to enjo everything to your hearts content.
mareth_redorb
Apr. 17th, 2005 10:03 pm (UTC)
Is this the point where you have another week down here where you can be tormented by hairy Melbournians?
paradigmshifty
Apr. 17th, 2005 10:06 pm (UTC)
Hilary isn't hairy (that I know of...)
mareth_redorb
Apr. 17th, 2005 10:09 pm (UTC)
Ok. Hairy Melbournians and not-so-hairy Melbournians, who may or may not be hiding a dark keratin secret somewhere about their persons, but have yet to disclose it to the general pubic.


PUBLIC!
derigueur
Apr. 17th, 2005 11:55 pm (UTC)
Just remember to scrub down the walls, ceiling *and* the inside of the air vents to remove the blood-splatter. Better yet, do it outside the home. By remote.

Your key words for today are "Plausible Deniability"

*hugs*
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