Things you don't want to see first thing on a Monday morning (when already feeling unwell)

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1. Ugly flatmate parading down the corridor, modesty protected only by a poorly placed hand.

― Graham (graham), Monday, 4 November 2002 12:49 (twenty-two years ago)

2) the state in which my landlady has left the kitchen

3) Church Of Latter Day Saints prothseletisers at your front door when you think it's just Suzy having forgotten something after jogging.

― kate, Monday, 4 November 2002 13:08 (twenty-two years ago)

other people.

― g-kit (g-kit), Monday, 4 November 2002 13:10 (twenty-two years ago)

Walking, Kate. Not jogging!

― suzy (suzy), Monday, 4 November 2002 13:16 (twenty-two years ago)

28 Days Later.

SOmething you won't want to see at any time.

― Pete (Pete), Monday, 4 November 2002 13:16 (twenty-two years ago)

You are correct. I do NOT jog. It would just take too long to explain "we were walking for the grand old occupation of Taking Exercise not cause we were going somewhere" but then again, if you can't have long winded and overly precise explanations of things on ILE, where can you?

― kate, Monday, 4 November 2002 13:19 (twenty-two years ago)

Anything. I can honestly say without fear of contraception that I do not want to see *anything* on monday mornings. Apart from the inside of my eyelids, that is....

― lol p xx, Monday, 4 November 2002 15:06 (twenty-two years ago)

Pictures from Saturday night.....

― Ronan (Ronan), Monday, 4 November 2002 15:11 (twenty-two years ago)

A shame I didn't bring a zip drive around to Simons, then, or I could oblige you, Ronan. Or has that already happened?

― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Monday, 4 November 2002 15:13 (twenty-two years ago)

I saw them this morning, having discovered there was no night bus last night I stayed in Simon's. Not before Philip funded us for more alcohol though, it became a late night. The photos aren't too incriminating but they're not exactly one for the family album either, perhaps I should have them destroyed lest they fall into the wrong hands, given the circumstances etc etc.

― Ronan (Ronan), Monday, 4 November 2002 15:19 (twenty-two years ago)

the clock face saying 3:52 AM, which means there will be another hour and a half of insomnia. also, sugar.

― Maria (Maria), Monday, 4 November 2002 15:23 (twenty-two years ago)

The car that nearly ran into me.

― Archel (Archel), Monday, 4 November 2002 15:29 (twenty-two years ago)

pictures of the us 'leader' kissing babies

― maura (maura), Monday, 4 November 2002 16:05 (twenty-two years ago)

Things you don't want to see first thing on Tuesday morning when you feel like death on toast...

Big package of reviews from your press agent containing:

-4 good reviews (ignore)
-1 incomprehensible review in Japanese with enough words in English to provoke paranoia about what the rest says
-1 BAAAAAAD review where the reviewer just doesn't get it at all
-1 semi-bad review where the reviewer GETS it, but tries to portray all the things you think of as your strengths as being BAD things. (As far as I can tell, his main criticism is that we're not BLAND enough? Excuse me?)

Sigh. I wish I hadn't got ut. And that's not counting the twenty minutes and counting of coughing fit.

― kate, Tuesday, 5 November 2002 10:17 (twenty-two years ago)

that sounds like fun, i want a press agent.

how bad is your bad review? kerrang once compared me to patsy palmer. does that make you feel any better?

― g-kit (g-kit), Tuesday, 5 November 2002 10:21 (twenty-two years ago)

Me.

― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Tuesday, 5 November 2002 19:51 (twenty-two years ago)

What about when you get home on a Sunday night & you're really sleepy and have to get up for work the next morning?

Cat Puke.

― Sarah McLusky (coco), Tuesday, 5 November 2002 20:06 (twenty-two years ago)

That's something I have not wanted to feel but have felt on the underside of my foot after my first step in the morning. Cheers, kitty. Especially since I'd been fairly drunk the night before (hence sleeping too cosily to be woken by the sound of spewing a metre from my ear).

― Rebecca (reb), Tuesday, 5 November 2002 22:36 (twenty-two years ago)

Genital warts.

― Andrew (enneff), Wednesday, 6 November 2002 01:54 (twenty-two years ago)

spare a thought for your neighborhood doctor

― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Wednesday, 6 November 2002 03:16 (twenty-two years ago)

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