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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
Age 23, living in sin in Twickenham with Cheesy
Likes
Movies
Books
Writing
Theatre
Hugs
Kittens
Chess
Scrabble (mostly beating Cheesy's butt)
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Dislikes
Vegetables
Arguments
Cleaning
Trashy TV
Pretensions
Public Transport
Pets
Rabbits-Bambi, Fern, Sooty, Pippa-all deceased
Dog-Sammy-deceased :(
Fish-CatFlap-recently (and finally!) deceased
Cat-Tiggy-still scratching
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Technically Rachel
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Wednesday, July 06, 2005
I stubbed my second-from-littlest-toe on the bathtub on Monday night, and it's STILL hurting. I think it might need an operation. And I'm getting a distinct lack of sympathy at home from the Cheesy one. I mean, really! I just mention that it's sore, and he's all, "I know", like I've been going on about it all day. Which I have, but that's not the point. It's rotten having a sore toe cause you have to walk around on the blasted thing all the time and make it sorer (is that a word?). Is a little sympathy too much to ask for? Is it wrong for me to be expected to be waited on hand and foot whilst I heal? Humph.
9:56 am
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