by kel
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This is London, not Antartica, so why don't the tubes run all night,
You are my Girlfriend, not Molly Ringwald, so why won't you stay here tonight,
This is sixth form poetry not Keats or Yeats, and now we find the part that we both hate.
We love the city because it lets us down, We love the city NOT the suburbs that surround.
We love all the dirty things, that lead us to think, that maybe true love could be found.
We love the city because its how we live, We love the city cause it never loves us back.
We love it all because sometimes, even though they're hard to find, it contains all the virtues we lack.
(Hefner "We Love The City")
The condition of intestines is bad recently, how about you therefore though there is occasionally what discharges a large amount of besides body excrement while it is writing?
kel: didn't anyone tell you? your street is the West Green Noisy Neighbourhood. there's a sign up at the other end of it.
Good luck with t'interview!
was only the first stage today... should find out if i'm through to the next stage soonish though, and then if i actually get a job out of it by september.
due to victoria line problems i was really late, which wasn't a good start.
i got some good feedback, but from what they said i think i came across as really unconfident... the problem of suffering from bouts of unconfidence is that you get unconfident about being unconfident. ah well!
(should i be worried about za's post?)
No he (or she we don't know yet) is using a translating program, I think his original language is a native american one from what was said before.
ah, ok, i hope it's not an insult then!
I think he is sugesting that you throw poo at them but I may have miss understood
haha (at the posts, not at the stupid children)
hope you get good interview news and that you are doing fine-diddly-ine