Warning: picture heavy.
January:
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guess it's happy new year then.
February:
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I just bought Boondock Saints on DVD so technically I can just stay in front of my laptop and think illegal thoughts all day until the Charlton - Liverpool game.
March:
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I feel like I should say something. But it's a bit hard see, as I try not to post unless I've got something positive to say.
April:
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OH GOD my knees are all shaky. And my arms. And my hands.
May:
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I'm crying, I'm shaking, oh god oh Liverpool Liverpool
Bonus: 26th, 2.31 am: LIVERPOOOL LIVERPOOOOL LIVERPOOOOL, LIVERPOOOL LIVERpoooll LIVERPOOOOOOL OH GOOOOD UE YESSSS OH DARLING DARLING LIVEERPPOOOOOLLLLL
June:
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.. that Stevie/Xabi kiss just killed me.
July:
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I haven't been here much for the last week, because all I've really done is working, eating and sleeping, or geting absolutely shitfaced drunk.
August:
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tired, and fearing the end of summer.
September:
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Well well.
October:
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Going through my clothes various memories of boys show up and it's..weird, seeing their things, remembering how they ended up in my drawer.
November:
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I don't even know what I'm missing anymore.
December:
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, we_love_smudger!
It was the year of happiness in pictures, not in words, appearently. Other than that I've been a bit off and such lately, simply because I bloody hate new year's and all that hustle around it. So meh. Sorry for being lacking in the commenting and such. You know I love you all.