Turning into your parents
Unable to hold back the genetic tide, I find myself gardening in my carpet slippers, asking for a knife and fork in McDonalds and agreeing with the Daily Telegraph. I'm beyond help - what about you?
Thanks to b3th for the suggestion
( , Thu 30 Apr 2009, 13:39)
Unable to hold back the genetic tide, I find myself gardening in my carpet slippers, asking for a knife and fork in McDonalds and agreeing with the Daily Telegraph. I'm beyond help - what about you?
Thanks to b3th for the suggestion
( , Thu 30 Apr 2009, 13:39)
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i will NEVER stop
loving snow. waking up and seeing my garden covered in crisp, white, virginal snow, nothing spoiling it but the footprints of the occasional robin, knowing that as soon as i'm dressed, i'll be out there stamping huge fucking footprints everywhere like an excited 6-year-old.
( , Sun 3 May 2009, 18:41, Reply)
loving snow. waking up and seeing my garden covered in crisp, white, virginal snow, nothing spoiling it but the footprints of the occasional robin, knowing that as soon as i'm dressed, i'll be out there stamping huge fucking footprints everywhere like an excited 6-year-old.
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