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There's a storm in my teacup!

Well, in my dollar store mug.

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Ickle Cute Thing
I never realised that bogies tasted so nasty if you tried to get the wax out of your ears just beforehand.

It's Sunday, it's a morning, I am awake and at work. As always when you're in a rush and run yourself a bath, that bath will turn out to be the perfect temperature and you will not want to leave it.

Still, work is always quiet on a Sunday morning. It's a dead shift, really. Not much fun to wake up and travel to, but easy money. I shall use this time to do important things, such as writing this livejournal post, playing Advance Wars 2 and harassing people on AIM.

Oh! And work. Work, yes. Of course. I guess I will have to put on a DVD and watch it, to ensure the DVDs here are of a good enough quality for the average consumer. Ahem.

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That sounds like a perfect job. Damnit.

The wage doesn't sound perfect, though.

It's an ideal dossing job but certainly not a job with any future in it, bar potentially getting to put "Assistant Manager" on a CV.

A London resident who eats their own bogies? Eep. Mine are black</a> after a trip there. And even if I did eat them normally I'd not touch the black ones.

I must do an LJ post about this weekend really, having phun I am.

Well, I'm afraid I don't, but it sounded an amusing thing at the time.

London is a bit scary, yosh.

I heard that London has almost the exact same weather as Seattle. Overcast for about nine, ten months, then nice summers. What have you say?

I'd love a job like that.... ~,~**

Nice summers, with occasional patches of strong rain. A lot of grey skies and mild weather for the other seasons, with occasional long stretches of rain.

It's a pleasant little job, to be honest.

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