This, too ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My feet are dirty. I went to Port Melbourne for a minor social gathering. I had an argument with my flip-flops and walked home barefoot. St.Kilda has a lot of broken glass on it. Rambo 4 should probably be banned for being a fucking disgrace to civilisation. It's a bit too warm, and we've run out of cereal. Those things aren't, to my knowledge, connected in any meaningful way. My cousin's in Cuba, and wants to live there. My uncle's in France. Another uncle is in Chile, bound for Buenos Aires. My parents are going to Rome. They're not letting dad retire for another few years, but they're going to teach him how to wind down without completely stopping. My sister may be going to university in Scotland. That's all thrilling, eh. Oh my, the internet cafe's empty. I might be holding this guy up. I'd best be off. 5:45 p.m. - 2008-03-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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