F*** me dead I just climbed out from under my rock and realised I have not updated this since Paris Hilton was in jail... You would not believe it only hurts when I laugh. I prostrate myself in sorrow and beg thy forgiveness..
I am out of it with sleeping my way to the top, rock crushing, just generally being a terrible burden to my local police, my day starts with the dawn patrol from the second I am woken by murderous Teletubbies to 11pm at which point I fall asleep on the couch. I am avoiding recapture. but this damned rock is heavy.
I won't promise anything to you but if one more person emails me to ask why I haven't posted today I will start posting pictures of toe fungus, or fecal murals. No, really! Assuming I don't get distracted by counting my chest hairs..
Yep, inspiration is a many splendored thing.
H/ T Erica
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I have been tempted to post things like that. One time I gave in to temptation but I hope my effort was more entertaining.
Of course when I ran out of juice again a few weeks ago I knew I couldn't top it, so I just went on hiatus.
That thing's funny, can't believe I done never seen it before...
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