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bela:
Well to these guys it does. To me it doesn't most of the time, I know a few gay guys that are pretty damn tough.
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 12:20:39 pm)

Heruka:
as Myk would say, "giggle".
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 12:20:51 pm)

bela:
I really like the holiday m&ms. This is my last week of work and I'm off until after the new year.
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 12:23:18 pm)

bela:
This is going to be great.
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 12:23:33 pm)

Chewing Wax:
That's great
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 12:24:07 pm)

Heruka:
I've come to believe that the internet does show our ture selves. A portion of it anyhow. The part people play in this lounge, are the parts people play in real life.
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 12:24:26 pm)

Cushca:
Wow. You're, like, so intelligent.
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 12:25:15 pm)

Heruka:
Wankette.
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 12:25:49 pm)

Cushca:
You know you love it.
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 12:27:21 pm)

Heruka:
I'd feel unloved without it. I'm off. Have a nice day all.
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 12:29:20 pm)

Cushca:
Bye bye, he-bitch.
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 12:30:13 pm)

Queenie:
I can't believe bela said that.
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 12:32:20 pm)

bela:
Said what?
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 12:36:04 pm)

Queenie:
"This is going to be great"
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 12:38:01 pm)

bela:
Yeah, well, why not. It is going to be great.
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 12:39:55 pm)

bela:
I'm going to DC soon and maybe I'll meet Myk, that will be fun. I hope he doesn't think I'm this over the top crazy girl like Heruka might think, because I'm not. I'm just normal.
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 12:40:48 pm)

Queenie:
You're SO one of them.
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 12:41:53 pm)

bela:
So one of what?
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 12:43:21 pm)

Sleepy:
Is Cuscha alright? Are you, my sweet?
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 1:20:51 pm)

Sleepy:
Cushca. Oops.
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 1:21:08 pm)

Sleepy:
I've just come in from the cold. Now my super-warm top and a cup of coffee are setting me on fire.
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 1:21:48 pm)

Cushca:
I'm still here. I'm still in this fucking office.
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 1:22:31 pm)

Chewing Wax:
It's like some sort of telepathy.
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 1:23:00 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Hello Sleepy.
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 1:23:07 pm)

Sleepy:
Hello. Are they still working you, Cushca?
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 1:25:26 pm)

Cushca:
Yes. Yes they're still fucking working me. My wrist is shot to fucking pieces.
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 1:25:59 pm)

Chewing Wax:
How's your back?
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 1:26:18 pm)

Sleepy:
It's weird that you should mention telepathy. I was thinking of my Italian teacher yesterday, who I haven't seen for around two years and guess who left a message on my answerphone today? Yes. It was Madonna. Calling me for re-writes.
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 1:26:39 pm)

Cushca:
My back is fucked too. I'll be on a fucking stretcher by the time I leave this place.
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 1:27:13 pm)

Cushca:
Don't mention Madonna.
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 1:27:22 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Are they making you do heavy lifting? What the hell is going on there? Are you strapped to a wheel?
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 1:28:06 pm)

Sleepy:
Vicariously, I am feeling your pain. You have to leave that place, Cushca, because I feel like I still work there. We need to go on some sort of retreat I think.
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 1:28:56 pm)

Cushca:
I told you we should have become nuns. That's the only place that would take us now. That, or a knackers yard.
(Tue Dec 11, 2001 - 1:29:41 pm)