Monday, 15 August 2011

Breakfast the Two-Hundred-and-Seventeenth

Doppelganger shreddies and strawberries.
Dear universe, please could you deliver unto me a modest sum that would allow me to live comfortably for long enough for me to write a book -- which will hopefully become a best seller -- so that I don't have go to work in a windowless office anymore. Especially not when I have a(NOTHER) stinky cold and just want to stay home with a hottie bottie and a BBC costume drama box set.

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