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< beyond the bedsit infamy | posted at 6:04 pm on October 04, 2003 > there is a baby in the house.a beautiful, beautiful baby. not so beautiful right now with a nappy change a-happening, but still beautiful. my uncle and aunt have come over with their other two girls to check out the computer my dad put together for them, now we are babysitting for just a little so that they can eat dinner in peace for once. beautiful, beautiful little boy. i was meant to venture out of the house today, to buy a) film for my photography assignment and b) stuff because i booked two ads and have commission, but it didn't happen 'cause i'm lazy and so very fucking tired. i don't understand why i go out almost every weeknight and generally have nothing to do on the weekend. it's a crazy, twisted social life. my saturdays? well, i sleep. baby noises, such cute baby noises. funny thing happened yesterday, well, workmate and i were talking about a new film that will be shot just near where i live, and she suggested that i be an extra, you know, good money, and 'give the boys something else to talk about.' me: 'what?' her: 'you know, they love you in there. even jem said the other day 'you know, if i wasn't married...'' laughter laughter, me going red and probably looking scared, her: 'jokingly of course - oh, you know, they just love you in there.' 'there' meaning the office where she and the only two males in our office work (2 male out of 8 employees..).. jem being our art guy who i have the greatest respect for, who helps me out by commenting on my photos and who teaches me something new about design each day (who i am secretly slightly attracted to but only on a completely mental level and never really thought about until i heard the above comment anyway)... the other being the one i have a huge crush on, an infatuation you might call it - and here i am analysing what workmate said as 'they' love you in there, but 'even' jem said, meaning it is usually the other who says the most? right? not right? whatever? right i wasn't meant to talk about that anymore, actually, i was meant to get over it, but hell. and that guy who used to work in my local cafe and who now - due to enormous coincidence - now works in my building, constantly drops by our office to talk to the guy in the corner office which is a different company. small world. anyway, three day week - you know, public holiday on monday (which i think is only NSW, which sucks, as it is printer deadline for us!!), uni on tuesday, then wed thu fri at work, then wooohoo! leave fri arvo for teenage debauchery. it has been so long since i partook of teenage debauchery.. baby baby baby in the house, babababababy.
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