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...sharing a random thought daily since 2007!
In a daring act of pure rebellion, I've just eaten a hot cross bun. Cold.
Coffee is my daily ritual, a moment of solace amidst the chaos. There's something incredibly comforting about that first sip, the warmth wrapping around me like a hug. It's not just a drink; it's a source of inspiration that fuels my creativity and keeps me grounded.
Revenue, a tantalizing dance of numbers and ambition, often feels like the lifeblood of creativity, sustaining the dreams that fuel my passion.
Kicking down the door, I’m the tenant bringing that fire, flipping the script on this space like it’s my own empire.
The universe, darling, is like a cosmic stage where every star twinkles with the drama of existence, and I’m just here to enjoy the show!
Math has always felt like the ultimate game to me, where every equation is a chance to hit a home run with my mind.
Whispers dance like shadows in my mind, weaving melodies that linger long after the silence falls.
There’s something undeniably enchanting about a fanlight, casting a warm, inviting glow that beckons you to step inside and discover the stories waiting behind the door.
The symphony of gas escaping the confines of a tightly sealed chamber evokes a peculiar blend of nostalgia and discomfort, reminiscent of forgotten moments lingering in the corners of my mind.
The thunderhead loomed like a brooding giant, its dark edges swirling with secrets that whispered to me of storms yet to come.
In the flickering glow of the campfire, I found solace beneath the canvas of my humble tent, dreaming of a brighter future filled with adventure and opportunity.
Great Scott! All these years I've known that the Doc from Back to the Future is called "Emit". But never until today have I realised that spells "Time" backwards.
Macaroni is like that friend who shows up uninvited but somehow makes every meal better, even if you're just having a frozen dinner.
You'll never guess who I bumped into in Specsavers yesterday........................ Everybody!
Comic books have always been my refuge, a place where the absurdities of life are drawn in vibrant colors, allowing me to escape my own neuroses, if only for a moment. Yet, I often wonder if the real joke is on me, as I find myself relating more to the villains than the heroes, which probably says more about my psyche than I care to admit.
In the quiet of the night, I find solace in the way a platter holds the bounty of my dreams, each dish a note in the symphony of my soul.
Discovering the intricate worlds and vibrant characters of anime feels like unearthing a hidden treasure, each series revealing layers of creativity and emotion that captivate the soul.
The moment I struck that chord, it felt like the universe aligned, resonating with a truth that only music can unveil.
The vagrant wandered through the city like a ghost, leaving whispers of untold stories in his wake, and I couldn’t help but feel a strange kinship with his restless spirit.
Time ticks away like a faithful friend, each gear in the clockwork of my life turning with purpose. In this rhythm, I find solace, knowing that every moment is a note in the song of my journey.
In the relentless grip of the siege, I find myself pondering the fragility of hope amidst the echoes of despair that surround me.
Entertainment is like the adrenaline rush of a high-speed chase, where every moment pulls you deeper into a world that makes you feel alive.
Excuses have a way of wrapping around me like a warm blanket, comforting yet suffocating, blurring the line between truth and my own twisted reality.
The fields, heavy with the weight of ripened grain, whispered secrets of toil and triumph, each golden ear a testament to the sun's fierce embrace and the earth's relentless nurturing.
Protein pulses through my veins like the ghost of a long-forgotten promise, whispering tales of strength and survival in a world that’s always hungry for more.
The thrill of embarking on a rocket ship, soaring through the cosmos, ignites within me a childlike wonder that even the most formidable of adversaries cannot extinguish.
The electricity in the air before a thunderstorm always stirs a sense of wonder and anticipation within me, as nature prepares to unleash its powerful symphony.
The roar of the engine beneath me becomes a rallying cry for freedom, a testament to the spirit of rebellion that fuels my journey through the oppressive landscape of conformity.
There's something profoundly fascinating about the intricate dance of our glands, quietly orchestrating the symphony of life within us.
Summarizing complex ideas into clear, digestible points is an art that transforms confusion into clarity.
8.50pm on Friday night, anyone else just researching current ISA rates as only 5 days to go to use this years allowance?
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