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Wraaaaaah!! DIE! DIE!!! Dieeeyyyyy!!!!
Aug. 3rd, 2002 10:10 amTaking another shot at yesterday’s soup. Revenge will be mine! Last night it almost killed me! You may or may not know this, but soup’s a bitch.
My mom now too knows of getting the key. She was all worried about little young me, and suggested I changed ALL of the locks. Damn, that’s a lot of work and pain and money. But I had been thinking about putting up an extra lock of which Patrick doesn’t have the key. Just to make sure he doesn’t get in while we live there.
It was a slow night on the job last night. Erik, Kristel and me, on 29 guests. But there was a journalist of “Trouw” (one of the better newspapers in Holland) to write about our restaurant. I was not really in the mood to harass him with my “Omigot, you’re a real journalist! Where have you gone to study?” rants. I used to do that, you know. It must have been a real pain.
*sip of soup*
Speaking of pain and dying, Gassy is back. Sort of. She was typing yesterday. I don’t think she knows about me moving out yet.
Everyone else has been real supportive. Kristel has a fine sence of colours and when she heard about the colours we’d probably unleash on our livingroom she suggested bright black & wite blocked linoleum. The kind you normally see in tacky kitchens or expensive bathrooms. She also offered to help paint. Just like Guitargod and Patrick-from-the-So-What (uhm, he plays bass in Serenade of Darkness…). They both will be back from Wacken Open Air on Monday. I heard that Mr Grunt had lend his mother’s Alto to drive Guitargod, Bart and Alex (drummer from Nepenthe) there….it must have been a car with hair sticking out at all sides. *Giggle* Headbanging auf die Autobahn *Giggle*
*Sip of soup*
Still can’t seem to contact Tjerk. I’ve sent him an e-mail. He was supposed to be back from the USA by now but somehow…this darned telephone doesn’t seem to support me calling boys. *slaps cellphone*
Well, I’d better get my shit together. I’m going over to my mom’s place for this weekend, even though she’s not there. Just take care of the cats and sow my cloak. And msn. I miss msn. I’m very hooked.
I’ve been sporting too darn much. Or that is what my muscles tell me. I can’t seem to do anything that involves moving my legs or butt without being in serious pain. I should either skate and dance more often…or never again! Damn it hurts. I want my mommy…*Grin*
My mom now too knows of getting the key. She was all worried about little young me, and suggested I changed ALL of the locks. Damn, that’s a lot of work and pain and money. But I had been thinking about putting up an extra lock of which Patrick doesn’t have the key. Just to make sure he doesn’t get in while we live there.
It was a slow night on the job last night. Erik, Kristel and me, on 29 guests. But there was a journalist of “Trouw” (one of the better newspapers in Holland) to write about our restaurant. I was not really in the mood to harass him with my “Omigot, you’re a real journalist! Where have you gone to study?” rants. I used to do that, you know. It must have been a real pain.
*sip of soup*
Speaking of pain and dying, Gassy is back. Sort of. She was typing yesterday. I don’t think she knows about me moving out yet.
Everyone else has been real supportive. Kristel has a fine sence of colours and when she heard about the colours we’d probably unleash on our livingroom she suggested bright black & wite blocked linoleum. The kind you normally see in tacky kitchens or expensive bathrooms. She also offered to help paint. Just like Guitargod and Patrick-from-the-So-What (uhm, he plays bass in Serenade of Darkness…). They both will be back from Wacken Open Air on Monday. I heard that Mr Grunt had lend his mother’s Alto to drive Guitargod, Bart and Alex (drummer from Nepenthe) there….it must have been a car with hair sticking out at all sides. *Giggle* Headbanging auf die Autobahn *Giggle*
*Sip of soup*
Still can’t seem to contact Tjerk. I’ve sent him an e-mail. He was supposed to be back from the USA by now but somehow…this darned telephone doesn’t seem to support me calling boys. *slaps cellphone*
Well, I’d better get my shit together. I’m going over to my mom’s place for this weekend, even though she’s not there. Just take care of the cats and sow my cloak. And msn. I miss msn. I’m very hooked.
I’ve been sporting too darn much. Or that is what my muscles tell me. I can’t seem to do anything that involves moving my legs or butt without being in serious pain. I should either skate and dance more often…or never again! Damn it hurts. I want my mommy…*Grin*
