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[21 May 2008|07:01am] |
I think I ploughed the lines last night of what I could only personally describe as being a little bit too revealing. I wrote a truly sublime and open post, and I think I was probably giving a mite too much away of myself. It's all nice stuff, believe me. I think it's just a bit too open.
And it's got to stop. No matter what is good about it, it also signifies that i'm not really moving anywhere. Not getting on. I am desperate to do that. I privatised the post. After all, it is pretty much for me. If anyone is ever that desperate to see it, i'll show you one day.
Fucking hell, i'd do the GMTV weather girl. Why haven't I got up this early before?
Sorry about that. I'm always hornier at seven in the fucking morning.
It's the Champion's League final day. Don't get that excited for us, Liverpool aren't in it. I am going to see it though. Last night out. Then money saving and bloody sobriety.
Worryingly, I have developed a hole in the join of my right index finger. It's very painful and causes restriction when I move the finger. It's getting bigger.
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[21 May 2008|12:26pm] |
Look. Here's that weather girl I saw on the telly this morning.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZcmMve7CU1E
You can predict my weather anytime. By that I mean, you can yank my penis until I come.
Sorry.
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[21 May 2008|03:58pm] |
I hate and love Odin. Sometimes he'll turn up just in time to help you out, and sometimes he'll just turn up and kill an enemy you're trying to steal something well important off.
Er..sorry. Final Fantasy VIII talk.
My chicken stuffed with stilton is going to be a fucking disaster. Rather than going flat when being hammered by a rolling pin, the chicken breasts disintegrated like a leper in a wind tunnel.
Frying them should be fun.
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[21 May 2008|06:07pm] |
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