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It never rains, it pours.
1. How tall are you? 173cm - whatever that may be in old school imperial measurement is beyond me ( Read more... ) -
Sick with it, not stick with it..
Keeping up with this journal is proving something near to impossible.. What with work, school and the looming christmas induced psychosis, how will I ever soldier on ( Read more... ) -
I think I'm still alive..
Received a superior postcard from Kromelizard today. Totally tremendous, although I do profess not to understand it - not that that concerns me in the slightest ( Read more... ) -
The sun always shines on Porpoise Spit.
Wanna hear a secret ( Read more... ) -
Wake me when it's all over.
Suffering from jet lag is much akin to being in some kind of grey tinted limbo or seemingly endlesss purgatory. Nothing is the right way up and I am looking at the world through bleary eyes and feeling more than a little woozy. 24 hours on a plane is enough to send me pitching forward into the abyss of madness and leave me thinking that the ( Read more... ) -
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Fluzie has retreated into a chrysalis to emerge as...?
And when?
And why?
With those burning questions I bid thee all farewell.
It's time once again to be singing that song.
'Leaving on a jet plane. Don't know when I'll be back again'.... -
He should have been after a meat eater.
Damned if I didn't just get hit by a frozen cow carcass. Cars I expect, perhaps even a cyclist - but the hip of a skinless bovine flank? I don't even want to eat cow, let alone be stuck down in the street by one ( Read more... )
