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i feel like a travelling salesman
All groups consisting of multiple independently famous pixie-like indie folk songstresses should have video clips in which handsome young men with vintage suits and thick-rimmed glasses and a black eye lip-sync the lyrics soulfully in an almost-empty room
because
I declare it -
Dear Nike,
I'll be the first to admit I'm somewhat of a conservative when it comes to my team's kit. I was in Barcelona only a short while before the 2010/2011 kit was replaced, and prompty descended upon Camp Nou like a tiny crazed australian mime-artist to obtain one with what little euros and spanish I had - not much of the former, none of the latter. I ( Read more... ) -
I wear burgandy velvet now, burgandy velvet is cool.
This is a post about me going on holiday for two weeks, with possibly no internet all of the time, or possibly some internet some of the time, or no internet for some of the time, or all of the internet but just for one day. I have no idea. I never know how these things are going to turn out. But if I'm not around or don't reply, that's why.
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also I hate how football can make me really really sad really quickly
Benedict Cumberbatch has lots of Faces with a capital F and Gatiss needs to sort out his gas mask kink. Or not. You know. Whatever.
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mycroft is my favourite
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sometimes I play this hilarious game where I pretend I have money
So skreened.com/FCBshop is the new most frustrating place on the internet
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I did a thing.
I was talking somewhere, and described Lionel Messi as an alien, "but not the star trek kind, more like the le petit prince kind", and then took myself too seriously, and made a thing. And it belongs to meretricula.
( it's more imitation than fic. there is football. )
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