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Das Verschwinden des Josef
Mengele
by Olivier Guez

17853 days until until long birthday weekend. oh no
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Sunday

28

July

2002

Work
POSTED in: Ramblings

Eek eek eek. I am coming to the conclusion that I am not a person made for daily work. The thought alone that I will have to return to the place of horror tomorrow, ruined my whole weekend. I am taking virtuell Tuan with me tomorrow, so he can have a view rounds with some of the “messed up” people there. hehe 😀 Thanks for the offer! *grateful*

Place where I´d like to be right now: Australia *wishful thinking* Reality: stuck in Austria *fun, not*

Eek. Bad mood. Should go to bed. But not before wishing “Lucky” a happy birthday! She´s turning 16 today! 😀 *huggles lucky*

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2 Responses to “Work”


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    lauryn
    12:07 am on July 29th, 2002

    finally i can comment here. somehow i had problems connecting here the first few times. Wow, i just love the colors you used. So lively and happy.


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    Vikki UNITED KINGDOM
    8:35 pm on July 29th, 2002

    Oh this layout is fantastic Connie! I love it so much 🙂

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