Welcome to my happily ever after...
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London?
FUCK PISS SHIT.....
I have to go to London tomorrow. I was told 5 minutes before I left work today that our London office is having problems and that I had to book a flight to London ASAP. I told them that I had plans this weekend (I lied) and that I couldn't fly out until Sunday. So I fly into Heathrow at 5 PM Sunday. Yucky. I'm sick of travel. If I had a dollar for every time I've waken up and couldn't remember where I am, I'd be rich.
Carlos will not be happy. What can I do?
11:42 p.m. - 2003-07-18
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