...Where I can hide away, I know I can't take it anymore 'Cause I see now, it's just one of those days..."So yesterday I decided to be dead in a rather half-arsed manner
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So, I've had my phone turned off for most of this week and have been hiding in bed. Why? Because I'm an idiot. Or depressed. Or whatever. Take your pick. Also my meds have made half my face fall off. It's special. I look like I've bean belted across the face. Wheee
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A glow that rises and becomes the starlite Under the trees, in the night You'll find it there In the space between heartbeats Where the whole world disappears...I have lots of things I could write about
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Okay, so there was this weird west story; yeah, the one I've mentioned. It was originally meant to be M7 fanfic, but it rather became a(some) fat novel(s) in which the M7 occasionally turned up for the first two thirds and then buggered off entirely
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Last night was bloody awful and a lot of it was spent trying to think up reasons not to do something stabby and then drip my way to A&E. There was also a while spent considering how rude it would be to juggulate myself and then collapse at a flatmate in a 'here, I've had enough, you deal with it' sort of way. Ergh. Anyhow, managed somehow to avoid
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Shopping in a Paris fashion-house was not only a new experience for Cait, but a new experience for Preacher Morrow too; although he at least wasn't terrified by it. He did what he always did: relied on observation or tips to find a solid starting point, then walked in with confidence, money and charm. It was Cait who hung back, despite the fact
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