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(Maybe she's the subconscious daughter I'll never have?)




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The Aussies are in the box seat at the end of the 2nd days' play of the 3rd Cricket Test against Pakistan - naturally! Go Ricky!
The lavender's going crazy here, and my room is almost overpowered with the beautiful smell of fresh flowers everywhere... you ol' hippy! lol
How could I let you not let you know about Buttercup, the three-toed Sloth?
"Monday Madness" this week was too farking difficult for me to complete! :(

Week 100 ~ I say ... and you think ... ?
- Newspaper:: Advocated bitchiness
- DVD:: spin, freeze, curse
- Resolution:: revolution
- Intimate:: pillow talk
- Song:: Cheer Up, Charlie
- Essential:: Beatles
- Whistle:: Tunes
- Glass:: Onion
- Countdown:: Molly, Australian Crawl
- Child:: innocence
On This Day...
Born: Michael Stipe (REM, 1960).
Died: TS Eliot (poet, 1965).
Useless Trivia: On August 7, 1979, a Spanish Air Force jet shot itself down when its gunfire ricocheted off a hillside practise target.
My Soundtrack: Crowded House 'Temple of Low Men'; Beatles 'Beatles For Sale' & With the Beatles'.
Footwear: naked
Weather: gloriously sunny, warm-hot, light SW breeze, about 28c.
There once was a man from York
Who picked his nose with a fork
But his face caved in
And he couldn't grin
So he ended up looking like a dork...
Cyalayta
Who picked his nose with a fork
But his face caved in
And he couldn't grin
So he ended up looking like a dork...
Mallard d'Quackers
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