Thoughts of a dying humourist

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Friday, November 18, 2005

Hm...like I said, there's nothing to really blog about and since Ive left the flat my conversational skills are shot to shards so its going to take a while to adjust to the quiet home life.
In the meantime however, I have taken to watching t.v /playing sims 2 / machinima / writing/ photoshopping.

The latter produced the following photos. All hate mail from my flatmates will be handled as spam :P
(benita's pic won't load for some reason, but i will try and get it on here sometime)

Anni
23:53
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