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You know that presentiment of a cold I thought I had? Well, it's a proper cold. First one this winter so I suppose I'm lucky, but I'm not that lucky to be afflicted with it during my bloody holiday.
I made a half-hearted pledge to myself to give up swearing for lent. Much as going on a diet makes you think about food all the time, trying to give up swearing makes me ten times worse than normal. I'm not quite up to the stage of, for example, "I fucking hate that fucking fucker", but I'm not too far off it. It makes my mum and sister laugh anyway. Damn them!
My sister has taken to writing things down I and others say in a little book. I would like to take this opportunity to say to her that it's not my fault I can't talk properly. I think I have some sort of speaking ailment. Apparently my mother used to think the same thing, but now is convinced it is early onset senile dementia.
Roight. Time to get clean and use my delishoush new cocoanut (I prefer the old spelling) shampoo, and then face another day of spreading my virus far and wide! Haha, you suckers!
I made a half-hearted pledge to myself to give up swearing for lent. Much as going on a diet makes you think about food all the time, trying to give up swearing makes me ten times worse than normal. I'm not quite up to the stage of, for example, "I fucking hate that fucking fucker", but I'm not too far off it. It makes my mum and sister laugh anyway. Damn them!
My sister has taken to writing things down I and others say in a little book. I would like to take this opportunity to say to her that it's not my fault I can't talk properly. I think I have some sort of speaking ailment. Apparently my mother used to think the same thing, but now is convinced it is early onset senile dementia.
Roight. Time to get clean and use my delishoush new cocoanut (I prefer the old spelling) shampoo, and then face another day of spreading my virus far and wide! Haha, you suckers!