'another disaster i'm afraid...four tiny triangles of dry beef on stale white, with one cherry tomato, all squeezed into a minuscule tin the size of a hole punch, so they're all torn and raggedy. Plus a steaming cafetiere of strong black coffee and a few menthol fags. I don't know why I got menthol today. I feel like a granny or something,' twenty twenty twenty four hours to go's grey kid.
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grey kid is breakdancing to save a community centre,
Wed 28 Sep 2005, 12:46,
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that sounds lovely:¬)
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swaza I'm bad, I'm bad. You know it. I'm bad.,
Wed 28 Sep 2005, 12:48,
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Not as bad as yesterday's lunchyesterday's just sounded like a complete mess.
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The Duke of Prunes,
Wed 28 Sep 2005, 12:54,
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hahahai love how it made you genuinely angry that any human could consider consuming such a paltry meal. :)
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