Tuesday

| 2019 | 10 | 15 | crumpets aren't toasty |

i spent 37 minutes yesterday dancing to a variety of tunes.

when i say a variety i mean 3. on repeat.

various.

okay so it was 2 songs.

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last night i set off for a run which ended up being more of a trek through mud and rain and whilst it was funny had it been two degrees cooler i'd have been a sad little river hippo.

nonce
plonker
muppet
tosser
bugger
pillock
git
troglodyte
cretin
toe rag
wally
toss pot
spanner
knob
dunerhead
dingleberry
wazzock
numpty
knave
melt
knobjockey
blithering idiot


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i don't like listening to love songs because they're just a group of people feeling sorry for themselves because they can't cope with the person they are alone. that's not a void for someone else to fill.

love songs should be 'i'm really happy how i am but it would be quite nice to share time with you'/

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i had such a weird dream last night.

like i need to stop eating cheese before bed kind of dream. it stayed with me throughout my run which incidentally was short and a bit confusing.

linked. no. i just spend too long looking sideways.