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an obvious case of jaundice
about me
- coffeesnob
- melbourne, Australia
- single, male, 30s. favourite phrase: "the world was like this when i got here".
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May
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- dolly pond
- nights
- whatever the english may say
- more mornington
- weary sigh
- he said
- to avoid confusion
- officially it's one week from winter
- is there anything as jejune
- i've just met
- how utterly french
- i'm dying to meet
- is it october already?
- a woman's most enduring relationship
- ouch
- that joke isn't funny anymore
- forget ferris. save lindsay.
- no moore rubbish
- sooner or later
- something to celebrate
- single goy
- astronomers are idiots
- there's something about segways
- stealing outside
- singin' in the rain
- is it wrong
- calling dr gregory house
- love and death
- knocking at heaven's gate
- the eurovision song contest
- all gauloises and faux pas
- intelligent design
- la crise
- the road less travelled
- pure azure
- great moments in western civilization #1264
- the world
- nsoh
- life is
- primary considerations
- a friend of mine says
- zyklon b
- nasa
- spend spend spend
- children know best
- pomegranates
- more of the same, please
- i don't want
- you can be
- says it all, really
- you for scuba?
- why ponder life's complexities?
- love is a duet
- from a hillside desolate
- where the boys are
- quelle surprise
- if you're thinking of taking up golf
- tepid, at best
- obsolescence
- i'm moving
- very selfish drunken clown
- is it just me?
- apologies aren't necessary
- because i can
- there's recently been a breakthrough
- i'd rather be
- i'd rather be
- running isn't a hobby
- where the girls are
- i have a soft spot
- love in a cool climate
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May
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ahem. sticky fingers.
the content on foundfoundfound drains from my brain. not yours. trust me, you wouldn't want it.
2 comments:
The problem is, most people seem to think that days aren't just for sleeping either.
good point. both of you.
I LOVE siestas. Sadly the wide boys across the street have music that makes my windows vibrate and my chest hurt. So that's out. Rats.
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