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Biscuits!
Hundreds of BISCUITS! -
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A big 'fuck you' to whoever destroyed Leanne's bathroom light switch during the debauched early hours of Sunday morning ( Read more... ) -
Because I'm all about the geek chic
Your results:
You are Spock
Spock
75%
Will Riker
75%
Data
66%
Worf
65%
James T. Kirk (Captain)
60%
Jean-Luc Picard
60%
Beverly Crusher
60%
Mr. Scott
55%
Chekov
55%
Deanna Troi
55%
Leonard McCoy (Bones)
50%
Uhura
50%
An Expendable Character (Redshirt)
45%
Mr. Sulu
35%
Geordi LaForge
35%
You are skilled in knowledge and logic.
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I have the day off today - fortuitous considering how close to death I felt this morning.
Had a day of fun celebrating the 22nd solar revolution since my sister lucifiction made her dramatic entrance into the world. (That's my convoluted way of saying 'her birthday'. Why does it please me so much to use twenty words where two would do?) My body feels a ( Read more... ) -
Just because it's slightly wrong...
LiBee's bits are best described as her "salivating scabbard".
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blah-blah-blah 'direction' blah-blah 'existance' blah...
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It's becoming difficult to ignore the fact that it makes absolute sense to move in with LiBee. I spent an average of one night a week at my house in the last two months, and we're both skint.
The only obstacle in this plan: I need someone to fill my (large, well appointed) room. I'm now going to advertise at you:
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Sunday spent at work. Such a waste of a young attractive life. I console myself with the fact that in a relatively small way I’m helping others Florence Nightingale stylee and this often works to assuage my weekend-work based angst ( Read more... )