Archive for May, 1999
Don’t Poot At Me, Missy
erin.dailey - May 31st, 1999
“Did you just wake up?” “No. Did you?” “Yuh. Still in bed.” “Don’t be calling me from your bed. That’s creepy.” “Oh, grow up.” “What’s wrong with you? Your voice sounds like a diesel tanker is parked in your throat.” “I’m not feeling all that well.” “Hungover?” “No, I’m not hungover! Just because I don’t [...]
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erin.dailey - May 2nd, 1999
So. I met this guy. At a party. Two weeks ago. Two dates later and I’m in utter fucking hell. So. I thought he was cute. I think. And very pleasant. Maybe. A perfectly nice bloke: not horrific to look at, fairly conversational, etc. Certainly not Satan, but nowhere near Ewan McGregor, if you know [...]
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