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  1. oh no, hang on, I also have this to tell you..."More hackneyed bullshit; you know the drill"http://ginlush.blogspot.com/2009/11/knotted.html
  2. all this time & this is all I've come here to tell you..."not sleeping sucks"
  3. A horsey poem. I don't like horses though. http://ginlush.blogspot.com
  4. boo hoo, have just noticed Berniner's resemblance to Ryan Stiles. Knew I was right that they should remain faceless band
  5. watching Flight of the Navigator....HAPPY FACE
  6. @musicismyradar yes my peacock eyes are all seeing
  7. @lordlucan I have managed to write some trash just now. It's not good and I think it's made me feel worse about myself. So drunk it is!
  8. Yuck, what a day...not one original thought. Thus, not one word to paper. Again.
  9. @brusma my bag split open too, but it was full of clothes and they fell into a puddle on the roadside. The bags have a mind of their own.
  10. some pathetic nonsense I wrote whilst feeling sorry for myself; here you go http://ginlush.blogspot.com/2009/08/wretched.html
  11. Achewood sees me through many a night of insomnia...or causes it.
  12. it's been a long time but I'm still weeping over Ferrell and the Dunces movie. Why?! Leave it be!
  13. @Jook agreed
  14. READ IT! http://ginlush.blogspot.com/
  15. actually wrote something today, wowsers http://ginlush.blogspot.com/
  16. has no phone, or camera, or umbrella, or sunglasses...good time in Edinburgh then...
  17. the nurse holds my hands when I'm looking scared! She's an angel #welovethenhs
  18. totally the wrong era to pull off sobbing into pillow with any panache. Damn tooth pain
  19. I have abandoned you all, I know your hearts must be breaking. I'm back now though
  20. is home and there are no words to describe the mayhem of the passed fortnight