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wood louce mafia
I laid a load of self levelling compound which long story short goes really flat and makes a bumpy surface smooth. A wood louice seems to have waded into it, got stuck and has been badly levelled. Completely flush with the surface. The finish is great and plus he kind of dug his own grave…
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Sheena was a blast baby but my monkey was ill
Shit to say: Scared of dogs Choccy nibs phenomenon I have all sorts to write about. I read back through my notebooks and can’t help but flick a few pages back. My memory remains in a bad way, so each page presents text I have no recollection of scribbling down. Some of the hits over…
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Soup
Being single when you’re ill sucks I’m just ill. No soup, no warm bed just headaches and puffy face I do not believe in coincidence. Out of all the ships for that thing to hit it nailed a US fuel vessel. I don’t care that it was at anchor. I don’t care if the Captain…
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Me and O### had beans on pancakes for tea, surprisingly good. A little like a hotel buffet breakfast when your beans make friends with your little pancakes on the plate and you just crack on. We’re calling the meal Skin Heads on Rafts, my mums idea. Today I am sad. Let’s switch to binary. 01001001…
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PictoChat
I miss the days i used to save up for kit, watch every single unboxing of the thing that hits the web and sit there shaking as I open it 2 or 3 months after i’d started saving for the thing nintendo ds, take me back to DS days. Sadly, I was amongst the 0.0054%…
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sunday
My nightmare last night had Joe and Francis persuade me to climb the side of a football stadium, which I did, shaking like fuck, each hand grasping the rung of a metal ladder and one between my teeth. I am terrified of heights. Later I tried to wash small black bugs off my hands, they…
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shug
Somethings off. I finished a big book. A book that took me 2 whole months to complete. It’s not 2 months of words, just a lifetime of emotion crammed into 300 pages. Each chapter left me broken. I’d place the thing down and run my hands over my face just waiting for the tears. That…
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Like a pro
I think I had a panic attack last night. I was lay in bed and my head and heart were freaking the fuck out. I invited M##### over last minute, figured some company might do me good. We spoke about love languages. Hers seems to be showing up, getting drunk on white wine, stumbling up…