I'm getting nowhere.
I have been trying for precisely one week to get my Palm back from PC World (PC stands for patronising c**ts) and they are being worse than useless. The store says that it's been longer than 6 weeks so I'm entitled to vouchers for a replacement, I have to phone customer services. Customer services have no idea about any repair. I am annoyed, I miss my Palm.
The floors have been cleaned, yes, obviously, but I'm not entirely sure what I meant by "clean all the floors", I think I mean a bit of a marathon effort and all the floors gleaming at one time.
Two of the wardrobes have been changed over, not by me, and there's increasing pressure to face the disaster zone that is my wardrobe. It scares me.
The estate agent has sadly been cut off from all communications, poor man. Or maybe there's another reason why I've heard nothing in response to direct questions, but surely not.
I'm going to make pancakes for lunch and pair off some socks. I am.
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lazy hoor.
I'll have you know, some of us having been looking after the elderly.
*is so without ego that he suddenly transcends the physical plane and becomes a ball of white light*
Fuck! Its much harder to wank this way.
I always look after me ma, it doesn't need noted.
*polishes halo*
*notes that halos are composed of light and therefore have no corporeal form. Deduces that she must a lying hoor, but forgives her anyway - thanks to being merely a ball of munificent, albeit wanking,light - as mentioned earler*
are you my halo?
yes. and from here I cam see right down your dress.
luckily for you, Im too spiritually enlightened to care.
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