Night's gone and morning's come
We're rolling over, waking up
And I swing, swing these days along
Counting moments, missing home.
- Holly Throsby, 'The Morning'
note:the following entry is unedited and rambling. it lacks any overall coherence or, indeed, purpose, and as such is a good reflection of the mental state of the writer.so here i am:
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That hair is PERFECT for you!
Looks so awesome!!!!!!!
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and yeh, pink punters is...near milton keynes. dunno where it is technically...ayelsbury? something like that. but yeh, it's groovy. i met the sweetest pair of elderly trannies there once. and as for me, i'm in little brickhill. it's just off the A5, on the way to dunstable. teeny weeny little place, but full of awesome people that love their beer.
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Petal, I love your hair. Sam, I love your nails. Dan, I love your smile.
Next time I come visit, Sam, we must go to pub quiz night.
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verlinda, i love...you!
and yes, you must. my pub is totally cool. (but it's cooler when i'm there; be warned!!)
*hugs*
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whatd u think of hoz's face hair?? :p
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his facial pubes? i kept thinking they were gunna crawl off his face and attack me when i wasn't looking. creepy, dude....
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