June 10, 2002
At least there’s no longer that niggling hindrance which requires me to individually track how much each employee of the company I work at knows about my personal life. Adam’s either a ‘flatmate’ or a ‘manfuck’, depending on how much the person involved knows. However, at some post-works drinks last week, one random staff member [...]
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June 7, 2002
Adam and I are now happily situated in our new apartment – all moved in without a problem. Initially, we were fascinated by this building: everyone here is so friendly. It doesn’t matter who you travel in the elevator with, they’ll be more than happy to share their clubbing plans for the evening with you, [...]
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