Friday, 25 March 2011

It's not my birthday

Moving house is pure, unadulterated, inexpurgated hell. I reccomend doing somthing different. Shit, I've just checked the time - It's not my birthday any more. Being forty is now the sort of thing I just have to get on with.

Piss. Horror. Wank. Terror. Piss.

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