This should probably be in deadjournal...
Aug. 29th, 2003 01:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
baratronReally fucking miserable. Horrible fucking day. Four fucking hours it took me to get home from work today, including an hour in the fucking rain waiting for a fucking bus that wasn't too full to get on. (Thanks to a fucking power cut, there were no fucking trains or tubes running anywhere, and no fucking information about when they might be starting again.)
As an interesting meta-point, at which point in the above tirade do you think the word "fucking" loses its power, and becomes Just Another Adjective?
And now I want to cheer myself up with chocolate and I don't fucking have any. I am completely out of old-recipe Bournville, and none of the shops in Kingston have any left - just the evil butterfat version, which is no fucking good as it has fucking milk in. I have Lindt 70% and Green & Black's here, but can't eat either of them as they're too fucking bitter.
I actually feel better now for writing that out!
As an interesting meta-point, at which point in the above tirade do you think the word "fucking" loses its power, and becomes Just Another Adjective?
And now I want to cheer myself up with chocolate and I don't fucking have any. I am completely out of old-recipe Bournville, and none of the shops in Kingston have any left - just the evil butterfat version, which is no fucking good as it has fucking milk in. I have Lindt 70% and Green & Black's here, but can't eat either of them as they're too fucking bitter.
I actually feel better now for writing that out!
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Date: 2003-08-29 05:04 am (UTC)Have only just realised the irony in this ;o)