3 August I can't believe that it's Friday already! Wait, except that it's Thursday. I really did mean to write that I couldn't believe that it's Thursday and that the week has just been flying by, but now that I have said the F word, I feel like the week is crawling and that it will never be the weekend. Funny how it works that way.
So, yesterday it occurred to me that the American Photo contest deadline is in August, so I rang American Photo and said,
"Hi, I can't find my magazine, when's the contest deadline?"
Wasn't that nice? And I wasn't even hinting when I said that the prints were done, I was being sincere. Which is what I've been saying all along, that real, honest disappointment rather than whining or pushing or being mean will get you everywhere in this world. If I win anything, that woman is getting a big fucking fruit basket!
I downloaded icq last night, being the last person in the known universe to get it. I stayed up terribly late adding people to my list and stuff, and I'll bet that most of them don't even use it anymore, I mean it's so 1998. Which is when I got it last time. Of course, that old registration is still on the list, which leads me to believe that nothing ever gets taken off. I should see if I can get into my old account somehow and see if there are any emails waiting or if they disappear after two years. But if you really want a laugh, look up celebrity's names in icq. Are people really fooled? Do they think "My God, Russell Crowe not only has icq, but he has it seventeen times!" I mean honestly, if Russell Crowe had icq, do you really think that he would register his own name, and then choose "Gladiator" or "Maximus" for a nickname? Wait a minute, that's just so crazy that it might work! No-one would ever suspect...
Don't forget to check out co-Journals of the Week, Neil and Jason!
What were you the last person to do? And we're still talking about bug invasions (some quite revolting stories!), irrational fears, family legends, what to write about when there's nothing to write about, children's books and the first lines quiz (now with answers!), swearing, our top ten songs, and Australian (and New Zealand) yumminess.
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