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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
Age 23, living in sin in Twickenham with Cheesy
Likes
Movies
Books
Writing
Theatre
Hugs
Kittens
Chess
Scrabble (mostly beating Cheesy's butt)
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Dislikes
Vegetables
Arguments
Cleaning
Trashy TV
Pretensions
Public Transport
Pets
Rabbits-Bambi, Fern, Sooty, Pippa-all deceased
Dog-Sammy-deceased :(
Fish-CatFlap-recently (and finally!) deceased
Cat-Tiggy-still scratching
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Technically Rachel
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Monday, July 11, 2005
Onward we go then. The main thing for me was just getting through this morning, and from that onwards I knew it would be fine. So with nervous trepidation I set off this morning and took the same exact route I would normally take. Train into Waterloo. Tube train to Piccadilly. Today will be the most nervy, and then no doubt I'll sink back to the old routine with ease. Tis done. I had debated changing my route - maybe taking the bus or walking. But let's face it - buses don't seem a heck of a lot safer right now, and knowing me I'll start walking everyday only to walk my daydreaming ass in front of a bus. No, tis better to go one as normal, so the tiny-brained-arses who caused all this crap gain nothing but a fake ticket to their fake little heaven.
Journey was remarkably easy too - the tube train was, I thought, surprisingly quiet (guess I expected more people to be going on as normal, particularly since Bakerloo was completely unscathed) - the first three carriages were EMPTY. Completely empty. Thankfully my normal routine involves the last three carriages, so no compromising of my journey there. People seemed ok, though everyone shared a display of various nervous twitches/habits before they boarded the tube train. It's hard to put the fear out of mind. But as I say - today will have been the worst of it. After all, there are so many ways you can pop it in your lifetime - odds on a terrorism based death have still gotta be pretty high. What with cars, train, planes, murders, fires, drownings and all the other possibilities - it seems silly to obsess over just one.
So, on with life. Tis the way to go.
9:25 am
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