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Sharpened pencils, twisted tongues, dulled wits, tarnished dreams and all that makes a day bearable or unbearable. Depending on the day. But not mondays. Those are uniformly ugly.
About Me
- oxyacetelyne
- fat boring woman with small life, large feet and many footwear.has ability to put aforementioned foot in her mouth with clockwork regularity
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- creativity possibly demands a certain degree of de...
- monday strikes again. my imaginary drink of choic...
- it must be so wonderful to have faith. to know you...
- ugly baby
- tired
- someone up there loves me
- monday ended
- why can't i frikkin sleep like a normal person? an...
- hearbreak sunday
- i watched the sky change colour just before dawn t...
- a beggar woman stopped her husband from taking mon...
- first human contact of the day - geriatrics in lur...
- just a reaction, not a real blog
- i'm sorry
- i needed extra special strength to get through the...
- its just monday, i'm dog tired and ready to curl u...
- R came over for fifteen minutes and i'm happy once...
- one more reason to hate me
- i hate me
- i'm an imbecile
- thank god, the day's over
- aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...
- new market
- i woke up to a nice, cool, cloudy morning. the onl...
- silly bitch
- i've been told i'm a cranky person. i beg to diffe...
- i am tired, hot ( not in a babe kind of a way, i'm...
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