So, er, thanks to Sion for putting up with a very ragged drive. I suspect I'm not going to be driving home for Christmas after all. (The Chris Rea earworm I've given myself now is punishment enough, though.)
Who's gonna drive you home
So, er, thanks to Sion for putting up with a very ragged drive. I suspect I'm not going to be driving home for Christmas after all. (The Chris Rea earworm I've given myself now is punishment enough, though.)
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Just like starting over
Hello! Does anybody still read this? I am basically declaring LJ bankruptcy: I haven't read my friends feed for so long that there's just no way I…
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Running for the wide open spaces
So I tried to explain this to someone face-to-face, or at least side-by-side, but there are some things you can only say in the small hours of the…
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My insect life
Red wall, red chair Red chair. A boot. Still life or love in all its banality as how he sits, or she removes her shoes, or he crosses his ankles,…
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Just like starting over
Hello! Does anybody still read this? I am basically declaring LJ bankruptcy: I haven't read my friends feed for so long that there's just no way I…
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Running for the wide open spaces
So I tried to explain this to someone face-to-face, or at least side-by-side, but there are some things you can only say in the small hours of the…
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My insect life
Red wall, red chair Red chair. A boot. Still life or love in all its banality as how he sits, or she removes her shoes, or he crosses his ankles,…