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[18 Jun 2008|12:03am] |
Oh yeah. Finally, finally, i've started a cafepress shop. Apparently it's free, and i've got some wicked ideas. Watch this space for that. Expect t shirts with Dating Dont's, and mugs with my greeting cards on. You could soon (If that's really your fucking bag), have "Number One Fan of that mutated dog out of The Fly II" across your tits.
For now, goodnight
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[18 Jun 2008|12:34am] |
Disclaimer: This is not a nice Christmas story. If you don't want to read about Santa and his mucky onanism, then please don't click. And also bear in mind, that in my heart I am a fluffy innocent child who loves Christmas. I am however, a naughty mouth and I love sick stories. If you're prepared to laugh despite yourself, have a look.
That's why this is behind a cut. More from Santa soon, the crazy old buffoon! That, and the return of Bonzo. Clowntastic capers with the depressed redundant clown!
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[18 Jun 2008|05:35pm] |
I listen to jazz radio. I listen to it because it reminds me of something I can't recall, some memory held in somebody else's heart, a cracking time out I never had.
Quiet work day, which i'm grateful for. I listen to the sea drift in bays in my head, all is currently, calm. Nothing quite like a little bit of serenity.
My finger is stiff. It's not looking good. Painful bruise at the joints, and I still cannot bend it. The swelling is down, but I shall have to go to the doctor tomorrow. If I have an infection and have to have anti-biotics, I can't give blood. I don't think. We'll find out. I would be disappointed, but it's a lot better to tell the truth than give bloody which is potentially no good.
I hope they can fix this finger. It actually is starting to feel numb.
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