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월요일, 3월 01, 2004
the snow is finally melting, and thank the Lord i must say. there is nothing more liberating than seeing the amount of snow on the sidewalk getting less and less each day. there is nothing more liberating, i say again. seems that the weather has finally gotten its head round itself and realised that we are brimming on the threshold of spring, and not, indeed, in the harsh mid-winter.

when the snow melts, that means the sensible shoes can be put away. when the sensible shoes can be put away, that means the pretty heels and buttons and bows are allowed to show themselves. therefore, that justifies the five quid i spent on the prettiest pair of heels (yes, again.) today, because i can now wear them out without having the fear that i might slip on the frozen water on the floor and give the orthopaedic surgeon an opportunity to buy a condo. there you go, there's always a justification for things like that.

today, the strange dudes, no wait i lie -- they're not dudes, they're more like skunks, came by and hey presto magnifico guess what? they sat directly in front of us. again. what, i hear you cry, didn't they do that in the exact same lecture the week before? yes, you got that right. what, didn't they smell horrendous fit to make the heavens cry? yes, you got that right again. (and aren't you the smart one) well. there was no escaping them, and to be frank, i wish they would just buzz off and bully someone else. not only did they smell bad, they played hangman throughout the lecture, were complete twats because the gooey looks were still there, this time with added tactile benefits. yes, yes, you're out and proud, but please -- don't shove it down everyone else's throats. quite literally. seethe.

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