I want lush green fields, a lens and not my desk
Tuesday, August 31st, 2004Franco Fontana at his finest.
Archive for August, 2004
I hate
Tuesday, August 31st, 2004I hate being here. I want to cry; murder; leave. I have been moved today to work with another team. It is pure hell. They don’t know that I speak Italian and thus don’t know that I understand when they swear at me. No one should be called a whore within 2 minutes of meeting [...]
Fresh Photos
Monday, August 30th, 2004Get ‘em while they’re hot they’re lovely. [Ta to Bubb for his website updating skills.]
Who knew
Monday, August 30th, 2004The most untranslatable word in the English language is: Plenipotentiary Fascinating.
Smite
Sunday, August 29th, 2004We were chatting about badges on Friday night – Babs showed me his particularly fine Quincy one. Anyhow can I have a badge that says: “Get your smite on” There are some people who deserve a good smiting.
Dragged kicking and screaming by inconsiderate parents around the globe may explain my wanderlust, my kawaii obsession and the need to document.
Then again it may be down to eating drugged cupcakes.
