Ouch, I've lost myself again.
; It's not that we are eh.
E 'that placed the post (well, now I want to toast), but on private, but place.
And soon, we will add another post!
I'm sending Christmas gifts, hoping that at least one in five is a kinder surprise. The next
Babba on Faith's list is marty-chan. You pluck a surprise old (they) no longer a variant of such a surprise (so no real surprise).
It 's a chaotic period, needless to say. Sometimes I seem to be mythic, but after 5 seconds flat Of this superb feeling, I understand to be just an idiot.
But the wheel turns, it continues hitsuzen Faith and destabilizing.
I am becoming convinced that I will die of an ulcer perforating nerve, blood spewing from anger and cursing until the last all the idiots with whom I deal.
Me first.
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