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[31 December 2018] |
"Hi. It's Effie. Now you say something."
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| online journal. public. | news. 31 august 2010. |
[15 January 2009] |
The news has always been my least favourite program. Life is depressing enough without hearing about the rest of the world's depressive state. But for some reason, I always watch it. Say I didn't watch the news and they informed us all to take shelter because the world is going to blow up. That might suck for me. Just a touch. It hasn't happened yet, but you never know. 2012 isn't that far away. Maybe Nostradamus was off a bit. And well, the Mayans, the Hopi, the - Well, you get the idea. Despite, how would how all the leaders of the world be able to prepare - what, like six billion people for survival?
Fact: They wouldn't.
Point is, wonky stuff has been happening. Now it's in London. Hopefully this trend doesn't continue. I'd like to make it to 2012 at least to see the world end and everyone I hate burn a much needed death. That. I wouldn't mind dying for. As long as I can see it happen before I die as well.
Anyway. Tara from work got a new car. How she afforded that when she has the same exact pay check as me shall remain a mystery. She probably stole it. Wouldn't surprise me. I accidental scratched the driver's side door with my car keys today.
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