randomity meets mappings.

The man who insists on being the godfather to my kid(s) is a firm believer of this. I should file a pre-emptive restraining order.

which is why i woke up the poor “ive-known-you-for-22-years-and-you-are-family-so-if-you-don’t-pick-up-my-call-ill-stomp-on-you-with-my-boots” friend at the crack of dawn.

well, it was 11am, but that’s the crack of dawn for him.

I don’t even want to think about what the Brits would do to me if they knew I use my tea-set for coffee, juice and even the occasional wine. Would my visa be withdrawn?

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this is why i can’t wait for my significant other to come home tomorrow. i have no-one to make meaningful “haha” or “WTF?” eye contact with at social gatherings when he isnt around.

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Alexandra Potter

it’s true too. summer ended the morning he left for rome. and autumnal rain took its place. i wonder if sunshine will reappear when he returns in 2 days.

“and this house just ain’t no home, anytime he goes away”

a cup of tea? well, i always knew it was powerful. english tea is weak though. cutting chai from home might be more useful.

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here’s to hoping that friday night arrives with a suitcase.

the bee gees, massachusets.

and sometimes, by authors who might get along. bill bryson meet gerald durell?

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