girlsdontcry's Diaryland Diary

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No one. Right. Sorry

Who wants to know that my cardigan smells of last night's roast dinner (roast beef! Yorkshire pudding! horseradish sauce! me in heaven!) and that the fuckers at work haven't switched the heating on today yet?

No one. Right. Sorry.

But I just found a receipt in my bag from Saturday for Gauloises Blondes; Chandon Brut; ibuprofen; and Evian. That makes me feel a bit better. That, in my opinion, is a Saturday night indeed.

9:04 a.m. - 2002-10-21

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