December 2006

Protected: not over, but successful

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Protected: ‘Twas the night before Christmas

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Protected: déjà vu

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fossil fuels will be our downfall

Do all conversative governments act like they only think about the near future? I’m starting to think so.
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olfactory explorations

What a bad time to develop a new addiction, but I’m going to blame it on my recent interpersonal failings. If said dickwad is reading this, you know who you are!

Instead of drowning my sorrows in alcohol, instead I turn to fragrance oils.

Groan, it was 3am and for some reason the blog server isn’t loading. No fun when all I want to do is wax lyrical about my new, burgeoning obsession. Yes, I’ve already stated reason for developing obsession. You can’t jolly well play MtG by yourself, can you? And my cousin warns me that World of Warcraft is majorly addictive. Hmm. Could be cheaper in the long run…maybe.
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history is useless

If we idiotic humans deliberately choose not to learn from it. Ugh.
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meme-isis (mimesis…)

As the attempted smart-arse title suggests, there are quizzes aplenty. I can’t help it: I see others do them and I feel compelled to do them myself so I thought why don’t I just do a massive post with a whole lot of the bloody things? I thought it might distract me from my current mood drop. It’s helping a bit.
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list-love

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poetic justice

Getting two poems published was pretty cool, even if certain people didn’t bother to read them. Ugh. I received another rejection which puzzled me greatly - not because I think they should have accepted my work but because they genuinely confused me.
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Protected: that’s why it’s called dole

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green is a fetching colour

I believe it may have something to do with growth and life, too.
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Protected: even lipgloss world sucks!

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TV talk

Cable has been on the blink all day, bloody Foxtel. Fat cow poet, do your job and take calls, sodding cow! The help line has been engaged for just as long as service has been cut.

Anyway, there were some noteworthy programmes - I’m over the moon that a new English history series has started up - David Starkey’s Henry VIII. Starkey is one of the more well-respected history doc guys, and he’s usually dry and posh, but he’s gone a bit…smutty? Is it because they now refer to him as Professor? There seems to be a bit of a trend in BBC type history documentaries to jazz up history and relate it to contemporary events.
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a wonderful surprise

So yet again I awoke very, very late to an empty house. But then suddenly, I heard a car pull up. Oh shit! I better get up and at least look awake. Had breakfast and noticed two very large packages addressed to me, innocently sitting on the dining table. Little did I know what delights were in store.
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