Mezzy Xmas. Hey, off work! Like my job. Better, like my workmates – immeasurable benefit of two levels of damn good folk above me in management line, plus competent bodies left and right. Makes it all so much easier to be the shop of sanity in the institutional ocean of bloody foolishness.
Snow. Shopping. Yuck to shopping. Fed fed fed. Dancing kittens, well, cats. I have become a dog person although I distinctly recall once being a cat person. Still like cats though. Evil, wicked beastses that they are. Stupid fat hobbit! Snow on the roof, in the garden. Riding in the bus.
I still haven’t watched Alien3 workprint cut. Am I cured? Answers on back of an envelope please. Please. Mind the antelopen.
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Hey Morgue
I wanna graffiti your blog with Christmas wishes. Peace & love and shit like that. May all your Christmases be multicultural – bugger Bing and his White Kkkristmas!
Much love & respect to you & Cal,
Pearce
Glad to hear you haven’t watched the extended Alien3 without me yet. Any chance of waiting till I can join you on Friday?
Peace
Bradley
Good lad on becoming dog person. The world needs more of us!
Oh, and Merril Chrimbo, as some of our British companions might put it.
Hey I only realised that you have a blog! My otago email is no longer working. I am in Thailand! Start teaching later this month at a catholic girls school in the Hutt. Life is good.
Seasons greetings and all that.
*love*