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my mum brought me back a lip service skirt. oh, in love indeed.
it's always worrying when you have bruises and you don't know where they came from.
i'm trying to get my iPod to work and it's plain pissing me off.
i bought a new card and installed it and such and now it won't even register the iPod, even though it does my camera.
fucking technology.
give me some card and sticky back plastic ANY day.
actually, seriously.
i feel crafty.