Man . . .

And people say I have too much time on my hands.

WTF?

And here I thought I'd seen the worst.

From: bijunp [mailto:<snip>]
Sent: Tuesday, May 29, 2001 4:45 AM
To: <my company>
Subject: more info


Dear Sir,

need to know about your organisation,my aim to start a reasearch
project in organic chemistry through online.

please revert

rgds
jaynathibiju

"Every junkie's like a setting sun"

I now have a clean office. Yayness.

Grmpf

I'm too busy to write more emails now and I don't wanna send the two I have b'fore I've written the rest. Grmpf. Work. Blah.

I bought three ice cream cones. I should not be allowed to purchase my own food this time of month.

Well, fuck

I passsed the point of 1 000 entries, both received and posted, without noticing it.

(no subject)

I can't believe I actually forgot to mention this.

Yestderday, dad told me that mum met up with her dad last Saturday. First time in what? 18 years? Almost, yeah. He left my grandmother when I was two going on three and my brother, who turned 18 yesterday, was just a baby. He's never seen his youngest grandchild.

I don't know if I want to see him.

"Always dreamed that I'd be an oppossum ..."

Well, that mood got shot to hell in a hurry.

Ooooooi!

So I go looking through the interests, finding other people interested in 'RPS', and I find this person. Look at his/her bithdate. [S]he's as old as my youngest brother!

o_O

Realisation

I believe at least one uni in Belgium now offers journalism courses. I may or may not sign up for that. Part-time, of course, in addition to the job.

Cause after all the studying shit, I still kind of want to be a war reporter.