I am the master of my days.
A sparsely-updated blog by a crazy woman with bad taste in almost everything.
A sparsely-updated blog by a crazy woman with bad taste in almost everything.
I am the master of my days.
On this day for lovers, this day of roses and kisses, i raise a glass to those of my acquaintance who are blessed with someone who loves them back. HOORAY!
To qualify this, I find poo amusing.
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Today’s news: I like $100 more than I like rugby. There was a ticket for the taking, and I didn’t take it. This marks me out as a rugby wuss. Which is ok by me. I was only in it for the chance to wear my Munster jersey and get shouted at by cork people anyway.