Thanks to Graybo for the identification, and all sorts of other useful information.
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Fuck Flickr. I’m fed up with having my photos held hostage.
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Daisies
In my opinion, the basis of a strong relationship is not sharing each chore out 50-50, but rather efficient division of labour. There are some tasks which I hate doing, so she generally takes charge of them, in return for which I am always willing to step in to do the hoovering and the grating of cheese.
I love grating cheese. Partly for the task itself, partly because I like having a handful of grated cheese at the end of it (sneaking a few delicious flakes for myself, of course), and partly because the aesthetic value of a half-grated brick of cheese is, quite frankly, so awesome that I’m going to have to invent a new word for it.
It’s incredibly vulva.
What? Whadya mean, that word’s already taken?
Shove off.
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Global warming? S’now joke.
This morning I came to the realisation that Twitter has jumped the shark. I logged in to see about a dozen messages informing me that there had been some snow, apparently.
Includes chicken, bacon, tomato, apple, celery, haricot beans, treacle, fennel, oregano, chilli peppers and red onions. It was absolutely delicious – the apple and treacle gave it a certain sweetness – it’s just a shame that I only got about three forkfuls before a crying baby drew my fire, and so I had to enjoy the rest of it at a sub-optimal temperature.
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Hollow Man
My dad went to St Petersburg this week. He dropped in on his way back from the airport (while I was at work) and left a little gift for me.
That’s fantastic, I thought. A doll inside a doll inside a doll… Russia… the most obvious gift. Well, knowing my dad, there must be some sort of witty underlying pattern, which will become apparent when I start opening successive dolls.