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[06 Jul 2008|07:24pm] |
( don't read this. )
what to write.
i've been spending a lot of time out of my flat lately. i wander around the city a lot and i find myself spending and spending. it's pretty dreadful when i think about it, really, all of the money i spend just to entertain myself. but it's usually useful things. clothing is useful, because you can't be naked. and fried food is useful, because it's delicious. deep fried mars bars are my entire future, i'd like to think. if you've had them, you'll agree. if you haven't, go get one. immediately. hell, i'll pay for you to get one. because you haven't lived before one. i've eaten loads of other fried food, though here in a country full of carnivores (that's right, not even omnivores) it's hard to come by stuff without meat. i also pretend to not know that the chances of them frying the non-meat in separate oil is zero.
so with my new extra body fat and my new clothes, i'm sitting around trying to decide why on earth i don't spend more than a few moments in my flat a day. i wake up, get ready (okay, more than just a few moments) and then i'm off to be a city slicker for an entire day, eating all my meals on the street and just being generally fabulous and completely not conscious of my credit card limit. somebody save me.
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[18 Jun 2008|06:41am] |
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