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[Jul. 4th, 2009|10:23 pm] |
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Chris bought a tape measure for the house. It's bright purple, with lime-green highlights. It says "diywoman" on the side.
Liz: It's a DIY woman!
Mm: Yeah, I noticed that. But it was the only one there, and it was cheap.
Liz: So it's a cheap DIY woman? Now you're just making it sound like a hooker!
Mm: Precisely!
*Calsanne starts reading the packaging
Calsanne: It has a soft grip, and it's sixteen foot long!
Liz: Well, that's better than sixteen inches.
Calsanne: According to the packaging, "it's a hardware solution". And "auto return". And "blade lock"!
Mm: It's not getting better.
Calsanne: I'm sleepy, now.
Justin: All this talk of sixteen foot women with a soft grip is wearing you out?
-Mmaster
EDIT:
*Mm is re-reading old entries
*Mm shows Justin this entry
Justin: I love it. I get a footnote about my birthday in an entry about Thomas being drunk!
Mm: Thomas is never drunk!
Justin: Thomas does get drunk, it's just not very different to Thomas sober. When Thomas is talking about Godwin and Nazis, Thomas is drunk! |
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| I always catch the clock; it's 11:11, now it's time to talk. |
[Jun. 14th, 2009|12:34 am] |
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| [ | music |
| | Konstantine, Something Corporate | ] |
Um, oops?
I sent Chris to bed around 11, and was planning on heading to bed not too long after him.
I just realised it's hit 12:34. Sigh...
-Mmaster
EDIT: Something I meant to post sometime before late, but oh well.
I crashed at Chris et al's new place last night. The following morning I wandered out to encounter Liz tidying the kitchen. Justin later emerged and we chatted a little.
When Calsanne finally got up, the following conversation occurred.
Calsanne: I wake up alone, and come out to find you with two other women! What is this?!?
Justin: I probably shouldn't tell you I got a massage from one of them, then, should I?
Calsanne: What?!? Was it a naked massage?!?
*Justin waggles his eyebrows
Calsanne: How did this come about?
Justin: I said that my shoulder hurt, and then I wasn't given a choice.
Calsanne: There is always a choice, my love. Does your shoulder feel any better for it?
Justin: It feels a little better... |
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