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[Friday, January 25th 2008] |
Lord, is it nice to have a job that doesn't involve squeezing out links of sausage! Although, the job wasn't all THAT terrible, I guess. Just kind of demeaning. But oh, well! At least I have a decent amount saved up for an apartment now. Romilda, we’ll have to set aside some time when we can go hunting for a decent one. I don’t want to have endured more innuendoes than I can count in vain! I feel kind of bad though I haven’t exactly, um, told my dad yet. I mean, mum knows and everything and she’s quite fine with it. Pretty supportive, actually. But dad…I don’t know how he’ll take it. I’ll have to break it to him carefully. Any ideas?
Oh, and Colin, I’ve been wondering if maybe by any chance you happened to still have any pictures of me from when my hair was red?
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