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- fuck it i going to drink nore. i deserve it
- wow! bizarre. 10 hours after and the hand still is...
- ugh
- i have no ideq about what that post of a few moen...
- the wo furthest fingers away on my left hand will ...
- t's t`ksn me twwenty minutes to write this pozt. i...
- I cooked a bitching risotto this evening - just su...
- CVI finally got round to writing my CV. I'm always...
- SweatI've worked out what it is about the gym that...
- Charming EstoniansGod it's lovely after Joanna's b...
- AngerGod I was *so* angry yesterday, and I can't f...
- SO2You'd think I'd have learnt by now that if you ...
- Bastard gym.God - it's all a bit of an imposition ...
- So yet again the England cricket team are putting ...
- This has taken me bloody ages so far, and it's sti...
- Went to Greenwich with my Godson on Monday. Lovely...
- EggsIf someone put four boiled eggs in front of yo...
- Planet MarsI've really been enjoying the UPN syndi...
- And still the boy can't sleep. I've now been awake...
- Missing, presumed satiated.My flatmate hasn't been...
- I wasn't going to talk about this. After all, what...
- Sometime the most asanine queries float to the top...
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