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So I found that Frog and Banjo song.

*grins*

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I think I just need a simple pad with 'to do' written across the top. I think... I would lose it, actually, but the fact that I had such a pad might prompt me to be a little more organised. Or perhaps I could invest in post-its, and decorate my computer, although they only seem to have them in that insipid pale yellow colour in this vicinity. I want flourescent post-its, dammit. Or cow print! That would be sooo cool. Kinda useless, due to being unable to write on the black bits, but bother me not with such trivialities. Maybe I could clear the reminders on my phone of notes for stories I'll never write and names of artists I never remember to take a look at, and use those to keep track of my life instead.

(Ooh, you could write on the black bits in silver.)

No, this post isn't prompted by the fact that my little sister's fourteen tomorrow and her card might be a leeeeedle bit late. No, on the contrary. It's rather more prompted by the fact that I've only just noticed I wasn't paid last month.

Er.

Oops?



In other news: Who would win a staring match? Bunnicula or Hubert Cumberdale? Tune in next week!

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I adore the fashion at the moment - chunky knit and tweed and suchlike. I bought a lovely pair of herringbone brown trousers for pretty cheap, which will go nicely with the tweed jacket. I also bought a Peter Wimsey book for £3, which has an old-style bike and old fashioned brown shoe and GREY RIBBED SOCKS on the cover, which fills me with similar geek-squee. I seem to be having a huge 20s/30s glee at the moment; old typewriters and balls of string and brown paper packages and clattery bikes... I guess it's stuff I've always loved a lot, but now I'm beginning to connect it together and establish a label, to make it easier. And right now the world is making it easier to indulge in it all, which is great.

I've also been to work and got £100 in lieu of getting paid, which is enough to sort out my council tax bill, at least. And next weekend I should be paid two months worth of wages, as far as I can work out, which'll be pretty damned shiny - I can pay off my outstanding rent and... um...

I kinda accidentally reserved a book that costs £50.

I haven't actually paid anything toward it, not yet, but DAMN I want it. And y'know, a treat for first full-time-job-paypacket is okay, right? XD It's from a limited edition run of 'The importance of being ernest', a set of 1200 that were produced in about 1906, I think he said. And it's lovely quality paper, with rough edges, which is something I always find aesthetically pleasing. And, I just... it's Oscar!

Whaddaya reckon?