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Tuesday, February 02, 2010

it was strange last night, when a sudden wave of misery hit me, a steady mix of what i perceived was guilt, regret, reproach and longing. a potent combination that had me curling in the thick of my blanket, wishing for someone to help me breathe. i was missing the old times, the old friends. the lovely people who have crossed paths with me in the past but i let slip. i never hold on to people tight enough.

Bob Sinclair- World, Hold On

love the whistling!

a random thought occured to me and drey just now to check our height in feet and inches... and we were flabbergasted to realise that we make only 5 lengths of subway sandwiches!!!

she's not here @

8:04 PM