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one of the perks about the festive season is having the postal system fuck you up with your otherwise fairly normal anxiety level. it also doesn't help when you realise, at the end of the day, that your doorbell ran out of batteries possibly when/if the delivery man arrived and/or your neighbours have been signing for your parcels without you ( Read more... ) -
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holy fuck, it's so hot i can't hardly speak much less think.
to the point that kriss and i communicate through a series of grunts and nods.
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that's it. i've dogged gone done it and BARK BARK.
yea, this is what happens when you might be losing it.
a fuckin quiz. by moi. it's nuts.
here: go CRAZY.
no, really. like literally.
