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an obvious case of jaundice
Tuesday, 3 April 2007
we both knew
you could do better.
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coffeesnob
melbourne, Australia
single, male, 30s. favourite phrase: "the world was like this when i got here".
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couldn't
sickened
where's
maybe in the next world?
inseussciant
glued
if i believe the advertising
stylish women
there are 3 kinds of people
they say
recondite repository
espresso machines
must have
my dog
zoom
if there's one thing in life i've learned
francophonies
some old testament bore
like everyone else
succumbing to senescence
my best ideas
drama in one act
after centuries of argument
just
as i was saying
live, laugh, love
early morning, maudlin street
rachel hooked us up
wishing
especially
orgasms are like cookies
guilty pleasures
my brother
out there, beyond the footlights
assistance required
i hate
the band would like to know
my blog
i was minding my business
it's nothing personal
five english composers
taking the curtain call
unlike wine
casting call
apology for self
the blogosphere
cell phones
alcohol
eggs
this night has opened my eyes
love is
sex is
isn't it sad
that's gold, jerry!
golf apparel
when
islam won't win
is it better
unless
my hero
some things i've learnt
were
i wish
islington
selena
the economy would collapse
avuncular obligations
life is
try
i would never
sydney
we both knew
plus ça change
it's a woman's world
manifesto
missing you
guantanamo bay
hollywood killing romance
ahem. sticky fingers.
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