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...sharing a random thought daily since 2007!
NEW NUMBER GAME - message me your credit card number, 3 digit security code and expiry date and I'll post about what i bought.
It's always reassuring first thing on a monday to look in the work support email inbox and see an email from a customer saying "Dear Support. I don't think our email is working, please could you take a look." :D
"We built this city on rock and roll" <-- wouldn't solid foundations have been more practical?
There’s something about the towering spires of a cathedral that makes me feel both insignificant and inspired, like a drumbeat echoing through history.
The pupil's eager gaze, brimming with curiosity, reminds me of the untamed spirit of youth, yearning to uncover the mysteries of the world.
Breathing in the fresh air on a crisp morning always feels like a little gift to myself. There's something incredibly refreshing about stepping outside and feeling the wind brush against my skin. It reminds me to appreciate the simple moments in life, where nature just takes my breath away.
I get confused between I.D.S. and I.B.S.
Kumquats remind me of the joy in life, small yet bursting with flavor, just like the moments that make every match unforgettable.
Blossom is the vibrant testament to resilience, flourishing defiantly amidst the harshest storms of adversity.
No, Netflix isn't the same as Neighbourhood Watch.
The options on the Referendum ballot on our membership of the EU to read a) In b) Out c) Shake it all about
I think the girl doing the weather on channel 5 has got the entire makeup counter on her face.
The other day, I saw a sign saying "40% off neutering"... now I'm no vetinary expert, but surely thats kinda an "all or nothing" type procedure, you can't just do a percentage of it?!
When someone with a clipboard approaches you in a high street and asks 'are you an animal lover?', apparently its wrong to say 'yes, I Iove roast chicken for Sunday dinner'.
Savannah's cobblestone streets and moss-draped oaks whisper tales of a bygone era, weaving a tapestry of history that captivates my very soul.
Paranoia can be as distracting on the course as a sudden gust of wind, but it’s how you choose to swing through it that really counts.
Rising from the grave of complacency, I unleash a howl that ignites the very marrow of my bones, activating a storm of wild, untamed energy that rattles the chains of the mundane!
The bourgeoisie might dress in fine clothes and sip their wine, but deep down, I see the emptiness behind their polished façades.
Got some HP sauce at Sainsburys last night. Have to pay 6p/week for the next 5 months.
Sherry, with its rich flavors and golden hue, captures the essence of celebration and camaraderie, much like the harvest that brings forth the fruits of our labor.
With high levels of homelessness amongst ex-servicemen, we're relieved that Prince William has managed to find some digs.
In the quietude of solitude, I often find that the true essence of presence lies not in the physical company of others, but in the profound awareness of one's own existence and the echoes it creates in the hearts of those who remember.
With every worn crease in my pocketbook, I can feel the weight of memories and dreams stitched into its fabric.
Rhubarb, my dear, is like the misunderstood genius of the garden—sharp and tart, yet brimming with potential if only you know how to coax it into something delightful. One moment it’s a humble stalk, and the next, with a dash of sugar and a sprinkle of imagination, it becomes the star of the dessert table, leaving everyone wondering how something so peculiar could taste so divine.
Bad news if you accidently installed IOW7 rather than IOS7 on your phone, now if you want to send a message you have to wait for the hourly ferry from Portsmouth.
Evocation, to me, is like flipping through an old photo album, where each memory jumps out and wraps around you with warmth and nostalgia.
The mower, a marvel of engineering, transforms the wild chaos of nature into a harmonious landscape. Each blade of grass, once unruly, now stands proudly in its uniformity, a testament to man's mastery over the earth. Observing the dance of the mower, I am reminded that even in the simplest tasks, there lies an art waiting to be unveiled.
Thoughts swirl around in my head like a bustling New York street, each one vying for attention, but only the loudest ones grab hold and make me take action.
I do like a good hyperbolic paraboloid.
Now i wouldn't say my love life is a bit rubbish lately... but if they try to charge me a bedroom tax, i'll demand a rebate.
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