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Three days of doing pretty much naff all except sleep and endure the brane!hate is not my idea of a great weekend. I still feel like somebody is sticking their fingers in my eyes like a headache-raddled bowling ball.
Is this it? Hello and welcome to the rest of your life, buzzy.
When did everything get so small and close? I mean everything from the universe down to computing for the inept. Mummyfrog seems to have realised that buzzy and a regular job aren't all that compatible.
*cue mental soundtrack* Where do we go now? *mumble* Sorrytown
(Hugh, enunciate more, please)
I suppose everybody fan-fiction flavoured has run off to dreamwidth. I sound bitter and sometimes I feel that way. This was just observation and, no, I am not letting the depresseds in. Think of banana and ice cream. Okay. Nothing more to say.
If you remember my mouldy print from [charity shop] we salveged it this morning. One lovely 1960s painting of Hawaii living in the buzzy!cave. Just need to hang it up somewhere. Somewall.
Is this it? Hello and welcome to the rest of your life, buzzy.
When did everything get so small and close? I mean everything from the universe down to computing for the inept. Mummyfrog seems to have realised that buzzy and a regular job aren't all that compatible.
*cue mental soundtrack* Where do we go now? *mumble* Sorrytown
(Hugh, enunciate more, please)
I suppose everybody fan-fiction flavoured has run off to dreamwidth. I sound bitter and sometimes I feel that way. This was just observation and, no, I am not letting the depresseds in. Think of banana and ice cream. Okay. Nothing more to say.
If you remember my mouldy print from [charity shop] we salveged it this morning. One lovely 1960s painting of Hawaii living in the buzzy!cave. Just need to hang it up somewhere. Somewall.