Duck, Duck, Cockatiel
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The move is officially complete, though I'm still living with a few islands
of stuff—the main one located in what agents like to call the "meals area".
Rea...
7 years ago
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Fit the Fifty
I'm a statuette. If you ever care to see my ears, now's the time. Whenceforth poppings will be undertaken with considerable care, not to mention flair, and I will, as per, be sitting a statuette and listening a hawk. Don't listen to foreign reports. Don't haste your minds. It's not true. I'm stationary. I'm here. See?
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So that's why you're not over on the adventuregamer forum anymore. And thus it's proved: you're distinctly too stationary.
No, there were more (de)pressing reasons than merely being a slab of stone. So how's it feeling being a ghost from my past?
A little birdie told me you're overseas. When did this happen??
What on earth are you talking about? Come round sometime if you want proof. It sounds like fun, but I'm much too lazy and light on pocket to actually do it. What gives?
So is she pretty? Did you do the sex?
Find me one first. My accent isn't the great ice breaker I was hoping for. So far, at least. And I can't rely on my face or personality, so maybe I should just flop it out and pray for rain. Or are you referring to someone else? The city itself, perhaps? Either way, tell all your San Franciscan felines to meet or avoid me on blind dates. Hazoh.
How's it feel being a ghost? I get to drift through walls, so that's a bonus.
Depressing reasons? I'd love to know what happened, providing I'm not so much of a ghost to qualify as untrustworthy.
Either way - my eMail adress is pinkgothic at t-online dot de. I would love to hear your story. I do miss you, even if that sort of honest down-to-earth sentimentality feels (to me, at least) somewhat misplaced in the atmosphere of this blog. Sorry, style break.
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