They Say What They Say

I need some sewing supplies, so I'm going to hop on the bus and go to Lincraft at Northland shopping centre. I hate shopping centre's, and normally I would ride my bike to Spotlight in Coburg, but my sister and the nephew might be swinging by at some stage so I want to stay close to home.

Also, since I did little or no homework last night, I don't want to spend all day buying some hemming tape and a couple of zippers. If I go to Coburg I'll almost invariably talk myself into dropping by Savers, and before I know it it'll be 5pm and I'll have got nothing done.

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Up to La Forza Del Destino with Sports Night. Am feeling a touch sad about it for some reason. I don't know why I get this way. It's only a TV show after all. It's not real life. Dan and Casey do not really exist.

::hugs fictional boys close to my bosom::

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Mousey-Mousey is still in residence. I don't want to, but I might have to take more drastic steps. Nothing's been nibbled at or peed on yet, but I don't want to wake up one day and find a whole host of baby Mousey-Mouseys feasting on my books.

It's a conundrum, I tell you.

I need some sewing supplies, so I'm going to hop on the bus and go to Lincraft at Northland shopping centre. I hate shopping centre's, and normally I would ride my bike to Spotlight in Coburg, but my sister and the nephew might be swinging by at some stage so I want to stay close to home.

Also, since I did little or no homework last night, I don't want to spend all day buying some hemming tape and a couple of zippers. If I go to Coburg I'll almost invariably talk myself into dropping by Savers, and before I know it it'll be 5pm and I'll have got nothing done.

***

Up to La Forza Del Destino with Sports Night. Am feeling a touch sad about it for some reason. I don't know why I get this way. It's only a TV show after all. It's not real life. Dan and Casey do not really exist.

::hugs fictional boys close to my bosom::

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Mousey-Mousey is still in residence. I don't want to, but I might have to take more drastic steps. Nothing's been nibbled at or peed on yet, but I don't want to wake up one day and find a whole host of baby Mousey-Mouseys feasting on my books.

It's a conundrum, I tell you.