citizenjane's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- lawyer-with-cellphone machines friday eve. oi. maria is a tired citizen. the aforementioned secret material did not abound in the basement of a courthouse on centre street today. they were only 10. 10 pages. i went to the courthouse basement on centre street to make copies of 10 pages. oi. jeez. and i had to avoid lots of lawyer-with-cellphone machines today. if i'm not careful, i will be one of those things. talking a mile a minute, walking too fast, swerving around slower folk and having too much 'to do.' jeez. fuck. i've got lots of work to do this weekend. and i say this every weekday. "i will get lots of work done this weekend." and i never do. fuck. tumba la casa. melissa's birthday party is tomorrow. we are going to the cowgirl hall of fame restaurant to drink beer and eat southern-fried food and make fools of ourselves. then we are a'bar hoppin in the various villages. we shall end up at crazy nannies. tumba la casa. "what? maria's off her soapbox?" *high kick* 20:15:06 - 2000-03-24 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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