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...sharing a random thought daily since 2007!
I juggle in my head. Oops, dropped one.
Has only just realised that "shrub" is an anagram of "brush".
Swordfish on my plate felt like a culinary adventure, a wild escape from the mundane, reminding me that sometimes the best experiences are just a forkful away.
Crying is like a championship fight; it reveals the strength within, and I embrace every drop like a warrior embracing the sweat of battle.
The power and grace of a stallion galloping across the open field reminds me of the untamed spirit we all have inside, just waiting to break free.
Independence is not merely a state of being; it is the resolute commitment to stand firm in the face of adversity and to forge one's own path, regardless of the opinions of others.
The gentle tinkling of the wind chimes brings a sense of peace that makes every day feel like a sunny adventure in Gotham.
Radio, to me, is the heartbeat of storytelling, a medium that weaves the fabric of our lives with every spoken word and melody that fills the airwaves.
The way my throat tightens with anticipation feels like a secret melody waiting to be sung, a reminder that vulnerability can be both terrifying and beautiful.
Hoofed creatures, with their steadfast resilience and unwavering spirit, remind me of the enduring strength found in unity and purpose.
There's something surreal about stepping into an apse, where the sacred meets the echoes of history, making me feel both vulnerable and empowered.
Stepping into a new chapter always fills me with a mix of excitement and trepidation. There's something exhilarating about embracing the unknown, where every entry feels like a fresh canvas waiting to be painted. I believe that each new experience holds the potential to transform us in ways we never imagined.
The local corner shop recently changed hands, and they have a loyalty card scheme now. Just went in and they said "Your points balance is about three-thirds, so you've only got about a quarter to go". #mathsfail.
Liquidity, like a well-placed cavalry charge, can turn the tide of battle in an instant, providing the necessary resources to seize opportunity and outmaneuver the enemy.
Spirituality, to me, is like stepping into the ring of life, where every punch and every moment is a chance to discover the strength within my soul.
Paddy's wife gave birth to triplets. "How in Gods name did that happen?", says Paddy. His wife replies "Remember that night I was very dry and we had no Vaseline, so you used 3 in 1 oil?"... "Bejaysus", says Paddy, "Thank fook we didn't use WD40!"
Welcome feels like a gentle breeze embracing the soul, inviting you to dance with the whimsical possibilities of life.
Concerned to discover that "Wonga" is a valid word at scrabble.
Corn stands as a symbol of sustenance and resilience, nourished by the soil of our struggles and hopes for a better tomorrow.
Found a 2015 calendar unopened I was given at Christmas 2014. Initial disappointment on not getting timely value from this present soon faded when I realised that I didn't like any of the pictures.
If we do decide to leave Europe, I just hope we go somewhere nice. Maybe the Caribbean.
In the quiet corridors of the body, where strength meets flexibility, cartilage whispers its vital role, cradling our joints with the gentle touch of resilience and grace.
Sovereignty, like a fragile mask, conceals the chaotic dance of power and despair that defines our existence, leaving me to question who truly holds the reins of my fate.
Time has always been a curious companion, whispering secrets about moments both fleeting and cherished. Each tick of the watch on my wrist feels like a gentle reminder to savor every second, to live fully in the present. There's a certain elegance in the way it captures my life's rhythm, a silent witness to my journey through time.
The courthouse stands like a fortress of truth, where every whispered secret and every shouted plea intertwine in a dance of justice that echoes through my soul.
That awkward moment when you're singing along to the radio and the artist gets the words wrong.
Chassis is the backbone of my ride, giving it the strength to turn dreams into reality on the open road.
In the depths of my soul, I find the fire of justice igniting a passion that transcends mere existence, compelling me to stand for the voiceless and weave the tapestry of change with threads of unwavering love.
Mycoplasma's like that pesky little cousin who shows up uninvited and just won't leave; it's got no cell wall, so good luck tryin' to kick it out. I tell ya, it's the kind of bacteria that sneaks in and causes all sorts of ruckus without even breakin' a sweat!
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