10.14.2003 || 11:11

Happy birthday to Mystie

Fiznuck. I *had* planned on getting up early, practising music (I just can't *get* the fricking words to that Napoleon song, no matter what), wrapping Mysties birthday presents, going out and buying one or two more, then meeting up with Mystie, Sister and the Slut for her birthday lunch (don't ask. Scheduling shite is nightmarish with this crew). Instead, Mystie kept me on-line until somewhere in the viscinity of the wee-est hours, so I only woke up at a quarter to 11.

Yeah, this is me signing off and getting my sorry bumkins into gear...

Oh, Mystie's a hundred seasons old to-day. Sexxxy...



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