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Unbelievably, today is Friday!
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severus:
I'll be in London later this year. Woo.
rxdxt:
ha I'm flying over you on my way to bucharest.
I'll be in London as soon as her majesties immigration folks get to my form.
;-)
I'll be in London as soon as her majesties immigration folks get to my form.
;-)
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tarqu1n:
Happy people are like fireworks in the night. Spectacular flashes of light and noise that quickly fade back into the darkness and quiet desperation of the rest of us.
Which is to say, you've got a lot of miseryguts company.
Which is to say, you've got a lot of miseryguts company.
zombieelvis:
The smell of your mardiness dragged me over here. Yes, I am sorry now.
The thing that makes me saddest about my father's lack of care, I can't help but wonder whether his years of living have shown him that it is best not to care. I know it cannot be true - that it is best not to care; love will always be the heart of everything for me.
And then it makes me wonder what kind of...
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perdy:
Rightho I'll give you a shout, think we're all down for The Cramps on 15th August?
Oh and I'm down next weekend but am on a hen night so that's pretty much planned.
Oh and I'm down next weekend but am on a hen night so that's pretty much planned.
perdy:
I've just checked and I have the weekend before off too so I may toddle down a bit earlier. Will keep you posted.
hello mister X.
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forkandles:
Damn, I missed your Birthday. Belated Happy Birthday then.
johnnyforeigner:
Actually, he's a professor 
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sailordrunk:
Beyond any doubt, you are the coolest, most absolutely in fact so, and I can not tell a lie.
There is a made up little myth about George Washington, that when he was a kid he chopped down a cherry tree. When his father asked him who did it, little George said, "I can not tell a lie, it was I who chopped down the cherry tree!" His father rewarded him for his honesty by not beating him sensless!
In middle school shop class I sanded some of the goggles with a power sander, rendering them useless. The shop teacher asked us who did it. I stood up and said, "I can not tell a lie; I did it!" I wasn't punished for it. Strange. He just wanted to know, and asked me not to do it again.
There is a made up little myth about George Washington, that when he was a kid he chopped down a cherry tree. When his father asked him who did it, little George said, "I can not tell a lie, it was I who chopped down the cherry tree!" His father rewarded him for his honesty by not beating him sensless!
In middle school shop class I sanded some of the goggles with a power sander, rendering them useless. The shop teacher asked us who did it. I stood up and said, "I can not tell a lie; I did it!" I wasn't punished for it. Strange. He just wanted to know, and asked me not to do it again.
forkandles:
Anyone home? Isn't it about time there were some leaves on your trees? 
How are things with you?
How are things with you?
Sorry I'm such a slack-arse delaymonster, I've been moping and navel-gazing like a great big self-obsessed moron, so I haven't had much to say.
Still not much to say.
Still not much to say.
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koggz:
well there are worse things to gaze at that your navel. im going to instruct perdy to tickle you lots. that'll stop ya mopin. 
rainwolfkin:
i was just thinking of you yesterday. we should meet up soon. i will give you a ring next time i am around and about. i also have your books which are searching for their home!
i just got back from france and am feeling great. we can get together and gaze at each other's navels. i bet mine is furrier than yours.
i just got back from france and am feeling great. we can get together and gaze at each other's navels. i bet mine is furrier than yours.
Typical. Typical things are so bloody boring. I've sort kinda started seeing this guy, yawn, you don't really want to hear about this, do you?
Suffice to say:
- My brain is scrambled. Slowly I am unscrambling it. I hate this crap, I am a whole person, complete unto myself, why is there some part of me that freaks out when someone else appears on...
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Suffice to say:
- My brain is scrambled. Slowly I am unscrambling it. I hate this crap, I am a whole person, complete unto myself, why is there some part of me that freaks out when someone else appears on...
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sailordrunk:
Hope all is well.
perdy:
Me neiter! Happy happy joy joy! I think I shall ost definately arrive on the Friday.
I've had a funny week. Funny peculiar, not funny haha. PMT and nascent romance are a nasty concoction, very nasty indeed. Love sickness is a very real thing, and I don't know why on earth anyone wants to write a song making it sounds sweet and lovely and a pleasant way to be, it is not.
But now my periods have passed, my hormones are...
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But now my periods have passed, my hormones are...
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calamity:
Ooooh, your ink is beautiful(!).
Sorry it is so terribly belated.... but thank you for the comment on my set! I'm also selling the scarf that I was knitting in the set--and a ball of yarn, to boot--I'm not planning on selling the legwarms as of right now, but if you'd name your pirce for the finished legwarmers I'd consider it.
Sorry it is so terribly belated.... but thank you for the comment on my set!
I'm also selling the scarf that I was knitting in the set--and a ball of yarn, to boot--I'm not planning on selling the legwarms as of right now, but if you'd name your pirce for the finished legwarmers I'd consider it.
forkandles:
*browse browse* ...
Oops, oh yeah.
Sorry. I can't think how I missed it (I gave my visual cortex a half-day? A squirrel stole my eyes and buried them at that moment?)
Anyway, it's beautiful.
*browse browse* ...
Oops, oh yeah.
Sorry. I can't think how I missed it (I gave my visual cortex a half-day? A squirrel stole my eyes and buried them at that moment?)
Anyway, it's beautiful.
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severus:
it.
it.
silverrevolver:
Lovesick, by Bob Dylan
I'm walking through streets that are dead
Walking, walking with you in my head
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
And the clouds are weeping
Did I hear someone tell a lie?
Did I hear someone's distant cry?
I spoke like a child; you destroyed me with a smile
While I was sleeping
I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it
This kind of love I'm so sick of it
I see, I see lovers in the meadow
I see, I see silhouettes in the window
I watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging on
To a shadow
I'm sick of love; I hear the clock tick
This kind of love; I'm love sick
Sometimes the silence can be like the thunder
Sometimes I wanna take to the road and plunder
Could you ever be true?
I think of you
And I wonder
I'm sick of love; I wish I'd never met you
I'm sick of love; I'm trying to forget you
Just don't know what to do
I'd give anything to
Be with you
tricks arigh'?
x
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