I am sitting at a library computer being distracted by a man's heavy breathing. I really don't want to know what he is looking at online... Oh good, now he is merely talking to himself.
Apologies if my last post sounded a little muddled. I was distracted by my little sister playing peek-a-boo with me as I was trying to write it. She is 26.
The Only Gay in the Village and I are now firm friends. This is because at our work Christmas party I told him he needed to use industrial strength eye cream and this comment made him realise that I "have a wit as quick as [his]". Bless.
Either nobody has been arrested outside my apartment for a few days, or I am learning to sleep through it.
I had a dream the other day where I was trying to do a magic trick with gold fish that I was keeping in a hot water bottle but they died. What does this mean?
I had lunch with the Russian ambassador the other day and he gave me three duck eggs and an Ormolu clock. He told me that I would make a brilliant quantum physicist, if only I applied myself to Maths. He also told me that he doesn't think Kurban will last. I tend to agree.
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When you can make friends with insults, you know you're on a good path.
Your sister sure sounds like fun.
This is an interesting blog... I think checking it every 15 minutes for updates will be an efficient way of ensuring I am informed. I don't really have much to do these days...
The dream is your subconscious SCREAMING that live fish and hot water are incompatible unless poaching, though goldfish would be tappas or yum-cha fare at best.
Probably a food thing.
To all of your comments I think one reply will suffice: probably.
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