Sick boys.
Sick husband.
Too tired to catch up, can't formulate words that don't make unintentional
double entendres.
Can't actually get a proper post-per-day, but can manage to say so.
Heh.
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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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January
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- The flaws of the iPhone
- The joy of travel
- Coming Home
- Apple iPad - a nobody's opinion
- Not annoyed
- Accidental Viewer
- Dressing ethically
- Living a lie
- In sickness and in sickness
- Non
- Does not compute
- Break up!
- Crazystitcher
- Funeral
- Pifflous Ponder
- Hair management
- The Devil has Questionable Taste
- The plight of the unread
- Mario part 876
- Sometimes it's hard to be a woman
- Birthday actual
- Birthday part II
- The Tears
- I think I can't, I think I can't...
- Classic Albums??
- Friends
- Positively pointless.
- Blessings
- Birthday
- Snow
- That was the year that wasn't
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1 comment:
....but you're getting there and that's all that matters!
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