Friday, January 07, 2005

writers block

Oh no. I need to write a whole brochure for an event for work. And come up with a by-line to sell this thing in the first place. This is NOT going to happen today, am way to drained to even think about it. Plus more people are coming out of the toilets with bemused expressions on their faces. Please may they not know that it was me who couldnt flush. Right Im going to put my makeup on, fluff up my cleavage and get myself to a pub asap. The rest of the gang wants to go clubbing at Tiger Tiger tonight. I'd rather suck shit through a straw. Myabe if I get them inebriated enough they'll pass out and not want to go. Right. Mask time. Arrivederci. Ciao. Bye. Hamba khahle.

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