December 7, 1999
I hate having to go to the petrol station on my way to work. The reason I can’t stand it so much is because I usually haven’t woken up properly, and there’s no ruder wake-up call than inside a service station store. There’s so many colourful displays and things jumping out at me… it’s far [...]
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December 6, 1999
Once again, I got somebody else’s voicemail on my mobile phone. I keep getting phone calls for a guy named John from Sydney. The problem is, all his friends seem to have speech disabilities as they’re terribly difficult to understand. I think he got offered a job today, which is really bad. I wish I [...]
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