Job times

Job is going pretty well. BUSY.

I have been to two hilarious big wig lunches. One was (get this) the 'Newcastle Businessmen's Club'. It was odd. But I WON THE LUCKY DOOR PRIZE. It was a COOKBOOK and guide to LOCAL RESTAURANTS. And it took place in Newcastle Town Hall, the one building in the CBD not currently 'For Lease or Sale'.

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Also, we have a 'marketing department'. It took me seven emails to explain that while I understand our business cards are just 'small and large CAPS', I wanted my 'd' lower case. Where could I find an example of such a thing?

Why I watch 'The Sopranos'

It gives me hope.

"Let me tell you something about Jackie... this man has had chemo every day for three fucking weeks and he still has every last hair on his head; every last hair! So don't tell me about how it sounds because you don't know him..."

Now that I have a job I won't have time to tell you how much hair is falling out (heaps, probably) as often as I'd like. Prolly only once or twice a day (!).

I think stacks of hair might fall out. Also: did I ever have a jaw line? I certainly don't now... Just went to the barber and looked in the mirror at Mr Toad for, like, half an hour. Lolocaust.

Your favourite song mixed with OHH dot com, love Shag

Can totally still feel the butterflies

Forget Peach and Shag. We are now called 'Pankun and James... Australia!'

This is a super lol.

HE IS WALKING A DOG. JESUS.

Apparently James, the dog, is really dopey. They give him a character. All of his speech bubbles are like "woof, I'm a dog", "woof, I'm sleepy/ugly", or "woof, how will Pankun figure this one out?"



Also: is there, like, a vague animal rights question here? This monkey thinks it's a person, hey. It's probably trained for like a million hours a day.

Graff writers DO have a sense of humour

Lol.

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Am reading the worst book ever. It's about adulteration of food. It's the most poorly researched garbage I've ever read. There are all these wild conclusions.

"WWI was tough in Germany. At the start they loved pork fat. Then they liked jam (because there was no pork fat). But at the end there was no jam left! Crazy times."

OK. This site exists. It's lol [no homophobia]

Gay Thug Dating

Killer. I love how it's all like, "I'm hot, and I'd know; because I'm into guys!"