I've done my cards, I've made mince pies, and so a bloggy greeting:
Thursday 18 December 2008
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Welcome to the contents of my head. It's a funny old head, you have been warned. You're not here anyway, you're a figment of delusion. Hmm.
People with impeccably good taste:
The undeleted
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- 2008
- Stuff is all around me
- It's the thought that counts
- Prettiness, pettiness and pitiful preferences
- Sleeping... or not
- Positivity
- This year in ponders
- Christmas lights
- good tidings I bring
- tis the season to be a wally
- TV based itinerary
- Now it feels like Christmas
- The trouble is...
- And to make amends
- Gloomy tidings I bring
- More joys
- When you say nothing at all
- A CBeebies Christmas
- Discipline
- Fixing the future
- Concisely crabbit
- Power from the people
- No. No. No. No Nooooooooo.
- Opinions pls
- Oh what?
- Put your arms around the whirled at christmas time
- Love thy condom
- Humble Pie (and being a suckass)
- Other People's Thoughts
- This is the future
- When in doubt, tell the truth
- Lost in Transgression
- Power
- Ignorance
- Freaking out
- Christmas wishes
- ohappiday
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5 comments:
ARrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
aaaaaaaaaahh
where am I?
discombobulation
memory loss
culture shock
you've moved the furniture
Soz, I had to redecorate to accomodate the Christmas card. It should be tidier now, but some colour may have to be introduced.
Perfectly rational explanation.
It's not a very good game. How do I kill the bird?
I keep trying to pick up snowballs. Do I press G, or H to make the snowman move?
I don't understand modern video console games. They're rubbish. I want to kill something.
look, stop making me laugh when I'm trying to be grumpy. You'll ruin my ruination.
I was sure the exorcist girl was gonna pop out at me, but alas, you are made of nicer stuff than most people and it was a REAL e card, well I never! :P
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