Morning*
*may contain traces of 'not morning but still feels like'
(, Tue 17 Mar 2009, 12:26, Reply)
I'm still in bed
so it might as well be morning.
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t0ria has forgotten how this all works, Tue 17 Mar 2009, 12:31,
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I've got fucking flu
I'm getting over it now, but it was actual proper flu.
I've not been right since the "drinking blue nun on oxford road station steps in the rain" incident.
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t0ria has forgotten how this all works, Tue 17 Mar 2009, 12:34,
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Ha ha!! LIES!
I'd rather bed bed ridden with flu than be here... Swap?
(, Tue 17 Mar 2009, 12:35, Reply)
Well, to put it one way -
I'm only still here to make a few bucks before moving home. I have NOTHING in manchester now other than a few clothes (No books, no TV, No consoles, no PC) and am bored out of my mind. I earn minimum wage, hate my job and only have to give 1 weeks notice.
I'm wondering why I'm still here TBH.
Answer - The epic leaving do we're going to have...
(, Tue 17 Mar 2009, 12:49, Reply)
Thats the spirit!
What are you doing for your leaving do?
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t0ria has forgotten how this all works, Tue 17 Mar 2009, 12:52,
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It's gonna be on a Friday, so:
Early night on Thursday, get up Friday morning to a fry-up and a few tins of guinness.
Get to the pub for opening time.
Pub crawl all the REALLY sketchy looking pubs by our house which we've always been scared to go in - hang out with the Friday morning dole crowd.
Get to town for a nice slap-up lunch (and a few beers) perhaps somewhere nice like the Lass O Gowrie for a decent meal (with some veg, for once).
Pub crawl to the bus stop where we'll make our way to the dog track where our mate works and will give us free drinks. Then, if we're still standing, on to the star & garter to pass out/get carried home.
:D
(, Tue 17 Mar 2009, 13:14, Reply)
