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Das Verschwinden des Josef
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by Olivier Guez

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Saturday

15

November

2003

People…
POSTED in: Ramblings

Please take a look on the left, and click on the deskcam mini shot, to enlarge it, and then look at it closely. Some “funny” person left 10 comments in a row, with nothing BUT smilies. I was terribly amused annoyed. Never call an entry D**lm***s, I finally renamed it to spam proof, should have done that sooner.

Guitar Drama… I have my lesson at the end of the day. I realize the time spot is annoying for the teacher, but heck, my Dad pays A LOT of money for the lessons. We never do 50 minutes. He plays longer with the boy before me (into my lesson), and he starts to put everything away 10 minutes before my 50 minutes are over. He even put on his boots yesterday, and I was so annoyed, that I just said let´s stop. I don´t get why he does that. I told him already about a month ago, that we never seem to do 50 minutes, he said yes that´s right, and continues to do the same thing. Why? Why does he put everything away and gets dressed, when we have more than 10 minutes to go? What would that signal you? I guess you know how I feel then. Damn this. Why did my teacher had to get cancer in the first place. I want her back. *cries*

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    diana
    5:00 pm on November 15th, 2003

    connie, der scheint zu merken, dass du zu lieb bist. du solltest dich wirklich wehren. du bezahlst und du sollst auch das bekommen, für das du bezahlst, nicht weniger. auch wenn es ihn nervt, dass du spät abends kommt. der soll sich früher überlegen, wenn er feierabend machen will. auf jedenfall hast du das recht auf 50 minuten. schau, dass du das auch bekommst.

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