Thursday, Sept. 08, 2005 : Taxi to Liverpool Street
I am lamenting about the sad butchery of literature that is Keira Knightly in Pride and Prejudice. My mother exclaims loudly and tuts and shakes her head whenever she sees it. Tomorrow I get to shout loudly for a duty manager, but it's slightly sad that I don't get the opportunity to commit credit card fraud or anything. And I thought about, instead of writing that history essay, who'd be nicer to fall in love with, Roger or Osbourne?

Feeling:
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