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And vector graphics. And white backgrounds to write on.
so I choose life. Or, christmas trees (for now). It may be skulls very soon.
But hurrah for the new holy land for the suffering of 20six to exodus to. Yea. Pass the milk and honey.
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*Gasp* It's like being at a school reunion, but actually filled with people I like! So in that respect, not like a school reunion. Unless you're all pregnant and working at Netto now?
Hurrah for new globs!
I may actually wait to say that until you are fat enough to A) deserve it, and B) not be able to catch me. By which time I shall also be gargantuan, and people in big fat fucking glass houses shouldn't throw cellulite.
Skulls. It was only a matter of time.
You're the second person to ask if I'm pregnant today.
How bizarre.
No way. Were they blind? Or drunk? Or both?
I'm not going to pretend I'm not flattered, however.
"so I choose life. Or, christmas trees (for now). It may be skulls very soon."
- do you mind if I use this as the last line of my novel?
Bobblina, a trend setter as always, but not like the little dog.
Yarb, certainly. But don't you think it would work better with music?
Neither drunk nor blind. I said you were a little older with two kids and they nearly fell down. You'll be getting ID'd soon.
Sorry Solis, I've derailed your comments.
Nor'arrrrrr,
It's fitting we should end up on the same bloggy island yet again, destined to blog at each other till judgement day and trumpets sound.
Yo ho. (As in 'piratey affirmation', not 'hello, you woman of nightly commerce'.)