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Felching Camels
May. 6th, 2001 11:08 pmLast night: Loverly party. My mother is in much demand as an interior designer. Pity none of them could afford to fly her out for it. That's what a three page treatise on how to buy a couch will get you.
Today: Got lost in Renton. Made it through Ikea with only a pair of dimmer switches, and a long list of wants. I was playing chauffeur to Chris and his new apartment needs, and whad'ya know, the extra long shelving uprights do fit in my car. Barely.
My watch now has a new battery, and I have a new goal in life: I've decided to stop saying 'fuck' all the time. 'Felch' is so much more disgusting and truly worthy of using for cursing. Felchfelchfelchfelchfelch. So there.
Today: Got lost in Renton. Made it through Ikea with only a pair of dimmer switches, and a long list of wants. I was playing chauffeur to Chris and his new apartment needs, and whad'ya know, the extra long shelving uprights do fit in my car. Barely.
My watch now has a new battery, and I have a new goal in life: I've decided to stop saying 'fuck' all the time. 'Felch' is so much more disgusting and truly worthy of using for cursing. Felchfelchfelchfelchfelch. So there.
