The only thing I can think of writing about is the contents of my computer desk;
a stolen starbucks mug, ashtray, tabbacco, box of floppy disks, two glasses, another mug, a plate, a pack of pens for writing on CDs, a 4 year old magazine freebie book detailing 101 great british web sites (not so great), two super market recipts, a 5 pence piece, a half empty packet of cheap liquorice allsorts, two CDRs and a clipper lighter which I must of picked up from somewhere over the weekend.
Don't expect to extract any kind of insight from this, I'm just bored.
This isn't a definative list either. Some things just didn't make the grade. The penny, for example, that is next to the liquiorice allsorts, or the list of rock bands my sister has noted down to facilitate her mp3 questing.
NEXT EXCITING EPISODE: What lies beneath my computer desk?
06 September 2004
where is my joy?
Posted by Cecil B. Demented at 22:00
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