Wednesday, May 26, 2004

So Over It, I Can Just About Taste It

An email I just sent to my flatmate:
"Hey there,

I'm having a bad day... how about you?

Consequently, even though I'm like on my last $20, I'm going to go drinking tonight with the boys. So I won't be home for dinner, I'll be drinking my calories instead.

Andrew"

Says it all, really.

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