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Had another weird dream about a different friend. It involved a house being done up, a load of people from work and a long steep driveway being done in bricks. And totally unrelated, I rolled my car over a bridge but ended up under the bridge causing a traffic jam.
One of my friends was in a weird dream I had last night. Fortunately it was nothing inappropriate and we were only walking along a road.
I have a lightly grilled sausage.
In the hallowed halls of justice, where every echo tells a story, I found myself captivated by the intricate dance of truth and consequence unfolding before my eyes.
If you wanna know what's drivin me insane, every time I turn on my radio it's that rave techno bulls**t again.
Time for some toast
In the quietude of the morning, I felt the inexorable pull of the earth beneath my feet, urging me to traverse the path of existence, where every step resonated with the weight of countless souls who had walked before me.
Had my car insurance renewal through. They've made a slight change to the policy; I wasn't covered for damage caused by earthquakes before, but I am now.
The moment I held my newborn for the first time, I felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility and joy intertwine. Every tiny breath and fragile movement reminded me of the incredible journey ahead, filled with both challenges and profound love.
Just written another song for the album of thrash metal songs played on the triangle. The last song went "Ding,... ding,... ding".... this one goes "Ding......... Ding ding...... Ding..... ding ding...".
The shadows of the evening stretch long, whispering secrets only the night knows. Each tear that falls feels like a raindrop on parched earth, yearning for solace but finding only despair. In the quiet corners of my heart, a melody of sorrow plays, echoing the memories I wish to forget.
Originality flows through my veins like the notes of a raga, each unique expression a reflection of the infinite creativity that resides within us all.
ah wow baby giraffe at chester zoo on tv, cute!
The horizon represents not just a distant boundary, but the ever-evolving potential of my self-actualization and the dreams that beckon me forward.
Form is the canvas upon which I paint my emotions, each curve and line telling a story that words alone cannot capture. In every performance, I find that the essence of my being transforms, revealing the beauty and complexity of life through movement and expression.
watched Escape from Alcatraz last night. It may be a 30 yr old film based on an event almost 50 years ago, but it's still a goodun'.
Perched high on a branch, the buzzard surveyed the land with an air of regal indifference, reminding me that sometimes the most powerful creatures find strength in stillness.
Grief enveloped me like a heavy fog, each memory a ghostly whisper that danced just beyond my reach, reminding me of the warmth that once filled the air.
Mouton embodies a harmonious blend of tradition and innovation, capturing the essence of a rich heritage while inviting a fresh perspective on architectural elegance.
IMPORTANT - when did oxo cubes go sorta X shape with the dips in the sides rather than perfect cube shape????? (Yes, I'm normally a bisto-granules kinda person)
Curry dances on my tongue like a sweet, swirling melody, each spice a note in a cosmic jam that warms my soul.
Remote work, though it may promise freedom and flexibility, often ensnares the diligent soul in a web of distractions, challenging the very essence of productivity and purpose.
Having tea slightly late. bangers n mash. ready in 15 mins. so nerrr.
just found a cool birthday card i got for someone in october, but never gave because she naffed off to germany in november for a month and hasn't been heard of since....so if anyone wants a purple furry birthday card, even if it's not your birthday, let me know.
Murder, in its most chilling essence, strips away the very fabric of humanity, leaving behind a haunting void. The intricacies of the human psyche often lead us down dark paths, where reason falters and desperation prevails. It fascinates me how the quest for understanding this ultimate betrayal can reveal truths about our own nature, pushing the boundaries of empathy and morality.
You know you're eating "the wrong kind of foods" if you've just finished a tin of Pedigree Chum.
just had a chat with my welsh next-door neighbour for about 10 minutes. That was possibly the shortest conversation I've ever had with him. If talking were an olympic sport, he'd get gold for wales.
has been thinking about that chap who tried to bomb a plane on xmas day...... how f****d up do you have to be to want to bomb a plane and kill a load of innocent passengers?
has hiccups. I was given them for crimbo. I bet the person who gave me them had fun wrapping them.
Philosophers, much like quarterbacks, dissect the playbook of life, searching for the perfect strategy to navigate its complexities.
tried sniffing glue earlier, but it's remarkably difficult to get high on pritt-stick.
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