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My mother is in London and I have the house to myself, the incense stick I just lit smells like smouldering leaves but Marna is coming over and I am going to cook us makhani and it will like LIVING THE LIFE. And I'm excited! I took photos in Trafford park and the Manchester dry dock all day and indulged in one of my most favourite of activities, trespassing. I'd even chance there was a fair bit of breaking and entering and criminal damage thrown in. Check me and my two fingers up at bureaucracy, and I did it all in red satin pumps and a woolen hat with cat's ears on it. Watch me now. OK I have nothing else to write about, I was gonna go to Indigo but I didn't, I was gonna go to Sexy Pest but I didn't, I didn't do much dancing this weekend at all, I was gonna do some college work and get some A levels but didn't and probably won't, but I'm gonna start soaking some rice and listen to Julie London! Beat it.
p.s. Sorry if I deleted you from my Friends List, it was getting too big. Unless I wildly appreciate your entries or I know you in real life or am getting to know you, you're probably not still there. Shucks, sorry!
p.s. Sorry if I deleted you from my Friends List, it was getting too big. Unless I wildly appreciate your entries or I know you in real life or am getting to know you, you're probably not still there. Shucks, sorry!