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[Feb. 11th, 2011|10:24 pm] |
*Is woken up by her alarm clock, which she promptly beats into submission (might possibly hate that thing even more than nicotine gum).*
*Reaches over for a pad and pen she's taken to keeping on her bedside cabinet and sits up so she can start noting down what she dreamt about that night.*
Let's see...I was at work...then I was at the mall, but I don't remember how I got there. Pete was there too...at least I think it was Pete, I bought a handbag...and then all my teeth fell out.
*Cocks her head as she reads what she's just written.* This is ridiculous.
*Chucks the notepad away and gets up, throwing on a robe.*
*Definitely needs coffee to deal with this bullcrap.* |
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[Sep. 12th, 2010|11:07 pm] |
*Arrives home early after an uncharacteristically quiet day at The Flower and flops onto the couch.*
*Looks around the flat's usual clutter and mess and is overcome with an equally unusual desire to tidy-up.*
*Sorts the magazines under the coffee table in order of size (Largest on the bottom, smallest on the top). Next, tackles the dishes in the sink, dries them, then stacks them (again, big plates on the bottom, small on top, bowls stacked on the shelf above, glasses in one cupboard, mugs in another, all with their handles turned to the right).*
*Organises the laundry, actually irons and folds it for a change and designates a particular drawer or section of the cupboards for each item of clothing.*
*Vacuums the carpets, then takes the nozzle off the end of the tube and runs it over the vacuum itself just in case it got a bit dirty during the process.*
*Sits back down, tapping her fingers on her knees restlessly, before deciding to re-organise the cutlery drawer. Maybe give it all a polish while she's at it; cutlery can never be too shiny.* |
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[Jun. 7th, 2009|10:15 pm] |
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*having decided that everyone who has been working their arses off helping out at the Flower deserves a thank you, concocts a plan with her flatmate to have a small gathering at their flat*
*dispenses invitations by text to pretty much everyone in her phonebook (as Becky does the same) and comes to the conclusion that this will be less a small gathering and more an actual party*
*ensures that the fridge is well-stocked with booze and that she is dolled up to the nines on the evening of the party* *looks around the flat and looks at Becky* Well. We're long overdue a house-warming anyway. It may coincide with our eviction but at least it'll be a great party. |
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[May. 4th, 2009|11:04 pm] |
*Through the wonders of feminine intuition, divines that her erstwhile flatmate has had a bad day.*
*Ensures that Bad Day At The Office contingencies are in place:
Ice Cream in the freezer: Check.
Wide selection of take out menus on display: Check.
Dirty dancing DVD: In the player, ready to go.* |
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[Mar. 31st, 2009|11:36 pm] |
*arrives home from work, with a bottle of wine and takeaway pizza* *places both on the kitchen table and sits at the table, arms crossed, staring at the tribute she has brought while she waits for Becky to come home*
*inwardly rehearses what she is going to say* (So the strangest thing happened today) (So, when I said I never wanted to see Egalmoth again after the way he talked to Dylan)*
*sighs and rests her chin on the table* |
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weird
stressed