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[30 06 10] |
Hm. I seem to have acquired a stray cat. I never particularly fancied myself an animal person, but apparently animals don't care about that. No matter how I try to get rid of it, it always comes back. Is this common? Natural, even? I'm inclined to think that it's not. This tabby isn't exactly a hellhound, but it's just as persistent, if not more so. And its eyes are rather unnerving.
Of course, I could just... No, no. That wouldn't be polite. I'll find another solution. Somehow.
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[06 06 10] |
Right. Well. It's that time of year again! I never thought I'd say this, and I apologise if this sounds flippant, but 77 feels exactly like 22. Just... less important. And so, I shall do what I always do on this most inauspicious of occasions: curl up with a good book and a nice cup of tea. Heaven.
No parties, Nick. I mean it.
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[28 05 10] |
What kind of a device sets an alarm for 5:00 in the morning ten days before one's birthday? I bet it was one of yours, wasn't it? Of course it was. I ask you. This is absolutely ridiculous. All of it. All of it is ridiculous! Technology, I hate you!
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[22 05 10] |
Oh, good lord. So many buttons.
Erm. My name is Ella, and I've got an angel named Aziraphale chatting away in my brain. Though he's really not all that chatty. Unless he's drunk. But that's besides the point. This is how this is supposed to work, isn't it? I'm afraid anything and everything virtual is completely beyond me. I miss the '50s. Everything was so much simpler then.
.... Anyway. Hello?
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