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The seventh day of my ‘real estate promotion guy’ job at the Southland complex. It’s been copied verbatim and has not been altered in any way, hence the grammatical mistakes and poor expression. Each number corresponds to a page in the A4 note book I used to write all this rubbish in.





Sat 03/07/2004



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12:12pm  Fuck! Slept in royally! Three hours in fact… just hope the shopping centre officials haven’t dobbed me in.

This is the last page of my note book, so I don’t think I’ll write much more today…

My little encounter with N**** at ‘Table 8’ last night will have to wait for another time. Found out this morning via sms that she got booked drink driving last night… she blew 0.197! I was impressed. I wonder what I would have blown? Drove G***’s car back to my place, seeing we were both drunk and I don’t have a license to lose… only five days after appearing in the Ringwood Magistrate’s Court for drink driving charges. Shame on me.



Might go and ‘cheer’ her up tonight. ;o) It’s been a long time between drinks for myself. I could use some ‘practice’.



I’m so hung-over! I need a dexter… adios!



Psycho sematic addict insane!  - sings the Prodigy guy.

Oh my God that’s some funky shit!



I’m a disgrace! Haven’t shaved in five days, hung-over, smelly (wearing the same pants I wore to ‘Table 8’ last night), barely awake and off in my own little world, Prodigy blaring on my headphones.



13:28pm  My God! What a babe I just walked past in the chemist! I must go back for another look… What do I need to buy from the chemist? Condoms… but that’s probably not the most charming way to approach her. Or?