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Martina.
Tina. Marty. Marts.
TiniTinyTina!
An iTram.
An 'IT' ram. (the jay chou of sheep)
celestial beings.
12:04 PM, Monday, August 10, 2009
Work on Saturday night was infinitely better than on Friday, cloakroom duty having everything to do with it. (For those who don't yet know, I got a job at a bar club.) It was Asian night and it was ridiculously full. Ran into Jin because he works for the organizers (Cloud 9 i think), so seeing him will probably be a regular thing. Martin dropped by again to say hi. He was on wingman duty for a friend.
There was one moment of panic when I thought I couldn't find some random guy's jacket, but I managed in the end. He looked extremely relieved once I found it, which was only a tiny fraction to how I felt.
There was one moment of panic when I thought I couldn't find some random guy's jacket, but I managed in the end. He looked extremely relieved once I found it, which was only a tiny fraction to how I felt.
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