Miss.
How are you?
I am swallowing Valtrex like it's going
off the market, due to some lovely cold sores I have. Maybe I shall beat them at the pass.
Throb is on this weekend, as is Tom's 30th
(Amy Thompson's boyfriend). Should be
busy!!
Do you have any plans?
xTom
Be funny if you died of liver failure.
Well, not funny exactly...
I'm thinking I'm going to Trob, that's
what I'm thinking. Just two more days of dealing with these idiots!
christian
Wow!
Going to Throb!!!
How excitement!!!
Yes, the liver failure thing... I don't
think there's a chance of it happening, but no one will be able to say I didn't
try to make the most of my last weekends of freedom...
I'm writing final notes to everyone, to be
sealed with a lock of mohawk, of course, just in case it goes pear shaped:
D: I told you I really was sick!
Jane:
Don't be so harsh in future!
Mark Waterdale: I've got a little bag with yr name on it
Mark Windsor: Dump the ugly bi-a-tch...
or Next time it's you and me
babe
Kim:
Watching over you as you read this
Aby:
Don't waste a second!
What you think? Or too morbid for you Miss (tis meant to be
funny after all)
xTom
No, I like them. You should also seal the
envelope with your own blood. Pity you can get an anti-coagulating agent, so no
matter how long after, your blood would still be wet and sticky to the touch.
christian
Hmmm!
Nice touch!
Tom
Miss.
My payout has been approved.
Cheque for $83,850 coming my way.
That's a nice thing to happen!!
xT
Well Miss, how exciting. It's a great
Wednesday, I do believe!
christian
You'd think the people who work for the
same company as I, would be working with me. Barp! Wrong! It seems to be a
sport today at the black law firm, let's make it as hard as fucking possible
for everyone else. AHHH!!!!
christian
You poor man.
I hope it gets better.
Tom
I know, woe is me. The thing I hate most
about this place is that it turns me into a complainer. Sometimes I hear myself
winging, as good as the rest of them.
Good thing I can laugh. Good thing I have
a nice life to go home to, as, I can only assume, the rest of them don't.
Bunch of cunts!
christian
new job new job new job
and
party party party
hope they got a liver lined up for me :)))
and some lungs too please!
maybe i should have my "donor"
killed?
Tom
Perhaps, he could be kidnapped and kept in
a room, with requisite machinery and you could just take what you need. I mean,
many people have had worst lives than that.
If he turned out to be a 'looker', he
could be put to good use, while he waited for his lungs to be removed through
his nose.
christian
SMS. 15.06. (D) Can u get me things for the weekend? –
christian
I dealt with that poisonous bitch from Brisbane today,
Cheryl H. Aren’t they all called Cheryl, the troublemakers? Go home to your
unhappy life you miserable slapper and leave the rest of us in peace. Nobody
likes her. The Brisbane HR girls cave into her because she’s so toxic!
I went over to mum’s for dinner. We watched the Big
Brother special, Housemates Incoming. I lost it with her a bit, over the
workings out of the Medicare cheques. Mum hasn’t seen anyone since Saturday, at
The Windsor. I felt mean, as soon as I did it. And, of course, it didn’t help.
It’s a cold night, not foggy but should be.
Miss
So
you think you wanna go huh?
I
wasn't quite planning on it, but of course I will!
I
think you need to ring D (or some such person) and ask him to get
"stuff" for you!!!
Woohoo!
T
Miss
I'm
way ahead of you – I was just about to write you an email asking you if you
wanted to go.
I've
already called D, just waiting for his response.
christian
woohoo
Have u still got twif?
i feel like some, might come over
tonight, go by Guido’s...
Tom
Coming over with twif
eta 10.30
xxxx. Tom
Josh
You always get it wrong! I need a fucking axe!
christian
I mean yes
you've gotten my attention. Um? What's up?
BTW Christos
emailed me today saying he is gunna leave my fork and shovel at your place,
front steps with a note, er tonight or tomorrow night.
But no axe.
So there.
Axel Josh
The mention of drugs and Tom is as excited as he can
be at any time. I mentioned that I wanted to go to Throb and Tom is up and
raring to go. The mention of drugs practically got him skipping right out of
the house and over here.
SMS. 22.42. On my way – Tom
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