Trying to impose some order upon this stuff is as pointless as wishing that Michael Bay would slip in the shower and break his neck, so here it just is, unsorted and freefalling down the page
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It's not that blogging is hard work (it isn't), it's that the real estate too often seems to harbour landmines, ruptured gas pipelines, and the sort of leasing arrangements designed to drive you spare
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Ever been guilt-tripped by a compliment? The current example resurfaced this afternoon in a semi-social setting I'd been actively trying to avoid for the latter half of the week
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