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| Well, I cant be bothered with a diary of what I do each day, cos quite frankly my tales of 7am rises after bed at 10pm, punctual and regular attendance in lectures, sparce drinking and all things wholesome will have you weaping at your pathetic lives. So instead here's a random load of diarys that really do manage to make less sence than bridget jones's ... naturally they dont come close to comparing to Adrian Moles' novels that I'm sure so many of us, and I quote, 'loved to read, [and found] it very amusing, and some of the things that happened to him [we can] relate to. It was nice to know someone had a life that was worse than [we] did.' |
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