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Damini
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It's been Christmas day for, oooh, nearly 24 hours now, and I'm done. I've started digging a hole using spoons to the outside world, and hiding my progress behind the xmas tree. Luckily I don't have to do that whole "weird baggy trousers, dispose of mud" thing, cos I'm not getting anywhere. I'm trapped. I can't feign enthasiasm for my collection of toothbrushes and black eyeliner I've got this year, let alone the Pasta Cook Book (ooh, those mysteries revealed!!). I can't get drunk because it feels horribly weird getting drunk with my parents, not least because it makes me swear like a trooper and chain smoke, and despite being 23 next week I still try to pretend Im a non smoking virginal golden child. They don't believe a word of it but it makes for safer waters. My only distraction is this heap of shite computer, which is running slower than a brain damaged Koala. I've taken to colouring in with felt pens to pass the time between each screen loading.
Is anybody else in the same boat? My whole family has developed a weird narcolepsy that means they are taking it in turns to snore loudly through whatever shite on tv we are watching. Yeah, I'm being a misery, but damnit, I want a cigarette and I want adsl back!
Is anybody else in the same boat? My whole family has developed a weird narcolepsy that means they are taking it in turns to snore loudly through whatever shite on tv we are watching. Yeah, I'm being a misery, but damnit, I want a cigarette and I want adsl back!