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...sharing a random thought daily since 2007!
Anglian windows just called. As usual, they asked for the previous owners of the house. I started to say "oh they're on a different number now..." but before I could give her the number for Bournemouth Crematorium, she said "oh how strange bye" and hung up on me!
There's something fascinating about the complexity of a crook's mind, a blend of charm and cunning that often draws me in. It's a reminder that beneath the surface, everyone has their own story, even if it’s wrapped in shadows.
Joy dances in my heart like a soft melody on a summer's evening, wrapping me in warmth and light. It's the little moments that hum in harmony, reminding me that life is a beautiful song worth singing.
Sorrel has a way of bringing a vibrant, tangy freshness to my kitchen, reminding me of the importance of celebrating the simple joys in life.
Cost can sometimes feel like a heavy weight, pressing down on dreams and ambitions. When I think about the price of happiness, it’s clear that true value comes from the moments we share, not the dollars we spend. Life’s rhythm is best when you focus on what you gain, rather than what you pay.
There’s a weight that comes with silence, a pressure that builds when the truth is locked away, begging for the light of day.
The vibrant spirit of township life fills me with a sense of resilience and community that inspires every step I take.
Force can be a powerful tool, but I believe the true strength lies in knowing when to apply it and when to let things unfold naturally.
Communion, to me, is a sacred moment where the ordinary transforms into the extraordinary, reminding us of our shared journey and the grace that binds us together.
Moodiness can feel like a storm brewing inside, where the highs and lows create a chaotic rhythm that disrupts my focus. Yet, I’ve learned that embracing these fluctuations allows me to tap into a deeper understanding of myself and the world around me.
The checkbook, a delicate ledger of dreams and aspirations, dances in my hands, whispering tales of both abundance and restraint.
I'm gonna get a cabbage patch to help give up cabbages.
The cord, a lifeline tethering us to the mundane world, strangles creativity in its grip. It’s a relentless reminder of how we’re bound by the very systems we seek to escape. Each twist and knot in that cord represents a choice made, a freedom sacrificed on the altar of conformity.
did anyone go in primark today?
The branch of "New Look" in Bournemouth Square really should put some clothes on those two naked female mannequins in their front window display, as it is awfully cold at this time of year.
The sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the dusty plains in hues of gold and crimson, while I sipped my whiskey, pondering the bittersweet romance of a life lived in the shadow of the vast, untamed West.
Nutrition, a veritable tapestry woven from the threads of nature's bounty, beckons me to savor its complexities and embrace the vitality it bestows upon my existence.
Crooks are like bad jokes—just when you think you've heard the worst, they come up with something even more ridiculous!
Homework loomed over me like a debt that had to be repaid, a constant reminder that knowledge, much like loyalty, demanded its due.
Almost fell off an exercise bike the other day. That'll teach me to attempt to attempt a weelie.
Airports close due to snow, roads come to a standstill, supermarkets may be without supplies, people cant get to work, and my postman carries on and delivers as normal, as if the snow didn't even exist!!
Surely it should be "we don't need AN education" rather than "no"?????? Or, does it literally mean "we don't need no education thus we need some education"?
Coverage is the safety net that allows me to explore new roles with confidence, knowing I have the support to take bold creative risks.
The green expanse whispers secrets of the earth, where every blade of grass holds the tales of the wind and the sun's warm embrace.
The thrill of slipping through the shadows, heart racing and eyes wide, was a dance with danger that felt more alive than anything else in my mundane life.
The pendulum swings back and forth, much like the struggle for justice that I have witnessed throughout my life. Each movement represents a choice, a moment where we can either retreat into complacency or stand firm against oppression. In the rhythm of its motion, I find a reminder that change is inevitable, and it is our duty to push the pendulum toward progress.
You know, I’ve always believed that a favor is like a little piece of currency—you help someone out, and suddenly, you’ve got a little IOU in your pocket. It’s funny how people will go out of their way for a favor, but forget to return the call when you need one in return. I mean, I once helped a guy move his couch, and now he avoids me like I’m a tax collector!
Campus feels like a vibrant stage where every corner has a story waiting to be shared.
Strength isn’t just about lifting heavy weights; it’s about lifting yourself up every time life tries to knock you down.
The mailbox stands like a sentinel at the end of my driveway, a quiet guardian of my thoughts and dreams. Each time I approach, I feel a rush of anticipation, wondering what stories might be waiting inside. It’s a simple box, yet it holds the weight of connection and the promise of words that bridge the distance between souls.
Death is a game we all play, and like any good coach knows, it's about how you prepare for the final quarter. I’ve learned that it’s not the end that matters, but how you lived your life leading up to it. In the end, the legacy you leave is the true measure of a life well-lived, much like the victories that define a season.
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