AUGUST 6TH, 2003: BAD, BAD, BAD DAY!!!
I should have stayed in bed this morning. I wanted to, don�t get me wrong. I wanted to curl my fat arse up under a doona for the whole day and do nothing. The only reason that I got the energy to go to class was the fact that I had to return a video to my lecturer (Out Of The Past from 1947 starring a young, say 20ish, Kirk Douglas!) and I would have felt bad if I did not.
How did all the badness start, other than doing something that I did not want to? I go on the bus because it was raining. I caught the early bus because it is usually quiet, however it was late so it had all the passengers for the later bus were on, and no one is ever nice to me. Why is that? I smile, but people still are rude to me! So, the point is it was too much fuss to strap her in and turn the pram round sso when the bus came to a sudden stop she went flying down the aisle.
Then I sat through my Sex class and was bored out of my brain with a painful wisdom tooth. Go on the bus, came home to find out that I HAD LOCKED MYSELF OUT OF THE FUCKING HOUSE! So I had to head back into town, get the key and go home. Didn�t help that I GOT ON THE WRONG FUCKING BUS! To make that worse, Mr. Perfect (who we�ll call Mr. Used To Be Perfect because he is looking too sallow and had bad breath) got on the bus with me, and it was the wrong bus for him. OMG, I am going to find some money and get chips because I am not going to try my luck with a gas stove. Then I am going to come home, curl up under a doona, and watch some television! Okay, that is the plan. Dammit.

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