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I miss 1985: Say it with....
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Getting dumped and then getting a life. Monday, 14 February 2011. Find a big rock, preferably a cold, hard one with unappetising facets. A rock that is an uncomfortable and unprepossessing shape. That rock is definitely going to be warmer and more cuddly than me. Significantly warmer and cuddlier. Today is Valentine's Day and I have not got a single quantum quark of romance about me. I have never been arsed with the nonsense that is Valentine's Day and I'm not about to change now. View my complete profile.
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I miss 1985: July 2010
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Getting dumped and then getting a life. Monday, 26 July 2010. Hello I'm blogging from bed on my iPhone which makes me all louche and modern, doesn't it? Today I made another small but significant purchase - a DAB clock radio with two docking stations: one for my iPhone and the other for his iPod. That's very symbolic, isn't it? Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Bagaimana Cara Menurunkan Kadar Asam Urat Secara Alami. The Lord speaketh out.
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I miss 1985: August 2009
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Getting dumped and then getting a life. Monday, 3 August 2009. A poem what I wrote. Escalator, without dog. Everywhere there are too many. Dogs must be carried on the escalator. I don't have a dog:. Must I use the stairs? You must not chew or. Spit or heavy pet. Luggage must be attended. No entry. No U-turns. And then there are the other rules -. Not too fast, not yet. Not on the first date. Not if she's older. Not if he's younger. Be careful, be prudent. Wait a month at least. I choose my own rules.
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I miss 1985: June 2009
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Getting dumped and then getting a life. Monday, 29 June 2009. Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind. Like a circle in a spiral. Like a wheel within a wheel. Never ending or beginning. On an ever-spinning reel. As the images unwind. Like the circles that you find. In the windmills of your mind. I might not have been tilting at windmills this weekend but I have to admit to an outbreak of windmills in my mind. Windmills of your mind. Sunday, 21 June 2009. This would mean a further thr...
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I miss 1985: November 2009
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Getting dumped and then getting a life. Monday, 9 November 2009. Two blogs on one night? So, I just got off the phone with my ex as we were supposed to be discussing arrangements for our son's birthday. But he couldn't talk long because he is putting up an exhibition. Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone. However, as the ad would have it 'there is an app for that' and so I can tell the world how my world has changed. Secondly, I now own my house 100% and am an independent woman. I like the fact that...
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I miss 1985: I'm not your friend anymore
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Getting dumped and then getting a life. Sunday, 1 August 2010. Im not your friend anymore. It makes a bit of a change from my house in Leeds, where my front room looks on to a wall of leilandi and from my attic eyrie I have an unparalleled view of a gas holder. And I honestly answered that it doesn't. I feel nothing: no relief, no resentment, nothing. It carries no more emotional weight than changing my gas provider. Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone. Bows down doing the thing from Waynes World*.
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I miss 1985: Cupboards abound in old poems
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Getting dumped and then getting a life. Wednesday, 30 June 2010. Cupboards abound in old poems. To her son starting Reception). What, where, why, when,. Glimpses of a new life:. Shards of experience -. I reconstruct from hints:. Stickers. And stains. Velcro is a harvester of. Dry grass, carpet threads. 2:43 story time on carpet. New shoes, secretly scuffed. Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Cupboards abound in old poems.
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I miss 1985: August 2010
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Getting dumped and then getting a life. Monday, 9 August 2010. The happiest day of your life. I got married once, as this blog suggests. And I remember spending months and months obsessively planning for it. Bridal magazines were pored through, colour schemes chosen and important decisions taken on menus and discos and table decorations. At the time the endless chatter about napkins frustrated my (male) colleague so much that he unguardedly said 'fucking weddings! Now, I'm a total snob and refuse to watc...
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I miss 1985: The happiest day of your life
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Getting dumped and then getting a life. Monday, 9 August 2010. The happiest day of your life. I got married once, as this blog suggests. And I remember spending months and months obsessively planning for it. Bridal magazines were pored through, colour schemes chosen and important decisions taken on menus and discos and table decorations. At the time the endless chatter about napkins frustrated my (male) colleague so much that he unguardedly said 'fucking weddings! Now, I'm a total snob and refuse to watc...
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I miss 1985: May 2009
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Getting dumped and then getting a life. Monday, 11 May 2009. There are things that people don't admit to. I guess I shouldn't admit that when I'm peckish I pour a blob of brown sauce onto my hand and lick it off (or mayo or thousand island dressing). I ought not to admit that I spent the entire of my son's bedtime story tonight sniggering because it's 'The Faraway Tree' and in just one chapter there was Dick, Fanny and the queer folk of the Enchanted Forest. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
