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I'm Melissa; pretend journalist and currently real-life accountant wannabe. I used to be a kid in highschool, but I've since kicked the habit. At 18 years of age I'm just moving through life, enjoying my free-time and earning lots of money whilst still living with my parents. Continued on page 2...
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I’m melting, I’m meltinngg….
April 16, 2004 | Filed under: Daily Grind, Bitching

“And I'm here to remind you of the mess you left when you went away. It's not fair to deny me, of the cross I bear that you gave to me.. you, you, you oughta know Alanis Morrisette - You Oughta Know”

Nah, I’m not actually melting. But even better - I’m dying! *makes long erguhhghhhh sound simpsons sideshow bob dude style* I am absolutely buggered. I went to sleep (my sleep for Wednesday “night”) at 4am on Thursday, slept until about 9, then I had to wake up and prepare to have 14 people over. I haven’t slept since then, lol…

Know what else is a bitch? Sofa beds. They weigh a tonne, seriously.. I can’t bend my arms without pain shooting up every part of them, and I have a friction burn on my lower left arm (or is it my other left arm? I can’t remember at the moment). I managed to move it from the loungeroom to the livingroom all by myself, and I was so proud until the searing pain set in. But it’s okay, nothing a good dose of cure-it-all-pepsi-max won’t fix :D We watched a stupid movie called 28 days later, and it was sucky. :( The scarier part about watching it was that we had to watch it on low volume so we didn’t wake up my parents, and then when guns went off it was suddenly deafening after straining to hear them whispering.

Lastly - I finally have a bank account. And after some woman talking to me for around an hour about what I want my account to do for me and informing me that I’d get a measly 3% interest per month on my savings account, I think I hate banks already. Another number to add to my collection, and I get an EFTPOS/keycard thingy. “:D”

PS to James: You should get around to updating your journal. :P


Composed by Melissa at 4:28pm ·

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