I'm just about to pull a 1000 word assignment out of my arse. I thought the submission was via the net tonight, at midnight, but I just found out that it needs to be sent in on paper, postmarked by 5pm this afternoon. That means getting it done eight hours earlier, finding a printer, and getting it to the post office. AND finding those fucking cover sheets that I had sent to me at the start of the year. Goddamn I wish my social life wasn't so frequent and alluring.
I'm going to watch Scotty and kasskore get spray tans tonight, and apparently watch girly movies, eat strawberries and drink champagne and, uhm .. make out. And, I know, I know, pics or it didn't happen.
This is where I spend my days, every day, all day.
I liked this photo from the BBQ last weekend, because it looks photoshopped:
Me, Jess, Alf and Dah
I need to start writing now.
I'm going to watch Scotty and kasskore get spray tans tonight, and apparently watch girly movies, eat strawberries and drink champagne and, uhm .. make out. And, I know, I know, pics or it didn't happen.
This is where I spend my days, every day, all day.
I liked this photo from the BBQ last weekend, because it looks photoshopped:
Me, Jess, Alf and Dah
I need to start writing now.
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soobie:
I wish I'd seen this post earlier. I'd've been able to give you an extra 30 minutes or so. You could've emailed to me, I could've printed it up and taken it to the local post office in Adelaide. Would've been interesting to see if they made a comment about it being post-marked from another state.
el_duderino2:
hope you had a fun time as.