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If nitrogen was tiny spiders you'd be really unhappy until you died.
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My parents are coming to New Zealand at the end of March! Hooray for family! Even family that isn't arriving for more than two months!

I had a job interview today for a part-time position at a clothing store in a shopping centre down the street. I should find out some time next week whether I did well. If I do get the job, I will need to wear clothes from that store, which means shopping! With a serious discount! Here's hoping.

I am also currently waiting to hear from Lorraine, the boss of Chris-my-host. The receptionist at their office is moving to a new job on Friday, and they may-or-may-not need to hire someone for an interim term of about a month while they look for a permanent replacement. Lorraine has essentially told me that I will be able to do this for them unless one of the applications she has received in the past few days turns out to be a fantastic person who can start immediately. Which means that I will probably have a temporary thing as of next week . . . fingers crossed. It'll be 20 hours a week, in Wellington central. I don't know exactly what the pay rate will be, but it's bound to be more than the $0/hr I'm currently earning.

In the middle of next week the host family will be leaving for their summer holiday. This means that I will have the house to myself for a week and a half. A whole house! For me! I'm excited about this. I guarantee that I will be buying frozen pizzas and renting movies from Blockbuster and . . . ooh! Drinking soda! It's life's little pleasures that can really bring a smile to my face sometimes.

Hmm . . . Chris and Veronika have lately been thinking that it would be a good idea for them to get a pet to teach their children about responsibility, and not being afraid of animals. They are currently afraid of most animals, it seems. Their original thought was bunny, but now they seem to be leaning kitten-wards, and I am all about this. Perhaps if I concentrate very hard on the word "kitten" and start unobtrusively using phrases like "the cat's pyjamas" and "the cat's meow" and "the cat's out of the bag", it will subconsciously influence them.

Is it possible to say "the cat's pyjamas" unobtrusively?

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From:shaemoh
Date:January 7th, 2004 02:59 am (UTC)
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You know when you haven't said anything for ages, and then you impulsively speak? 'Oh yay!' just scared me - I was reading and then 'Oh yay!' just burst on out of me...

Kittens are so cute and soft and fluffy and you can play all day long and hold them and let them bite you and it doesn't hurt :-D

G'luck with the job! I too will be in your shoes in Sydney...

Oh yeah! House to yourself - Roook ooon lassy!
Parents coming over - wicked man!
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From:wowbagger
Date:January 7th, 2004 05:41 am (UTC)
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I too will think kitten thoughts.

Y'know how every time we go into Petsmart there's a cat / kitten we want to take home? Well. Last time I was there I felt five again, ready to start begging Mom to "please please please let me have another kitty Middy will get used to him c'mon please please please?!" He was a silvery tabby cat with sweet green eyes and the cuuuutest little face... Oh. So many hugs did I want to giiiive.

I just shouldn't go into Petsmart anymore.

I will also think job thoughts.

Sorry I sounded like a monster last night. Phone's fault, not mine.

I wish I could come to New Zealand.
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From:textureslut
Date:January 7th, 2004 07:25 am (UTC)
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Your subject title makes me think of this site, which seems like the kind of thing you would like, if you haven't already been there.
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