gypsiewriter
Drained in all possible ways, but weirdly inspired.
| @Skyes -- I miss you. :) |
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| has a cold. I do not make a good sig person, :( |
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| Reading about sun-drenched Italy in rainy Glasgow. Low. Music is on. |
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| wanting to give this to someone. |
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| Music is my boyfriend. |
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| really thinking my life is a soap opera. Really. Really. *boggles* |
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| been out since 10.30. Now back, music is on, writing the mother of all emails. |
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| is wondering: Do I really need to buy the Wicked soundtrack? |
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| Contemplating a career change. Well, one of them. |
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| I've been having weird, although not entirely unpleasant dreams. And this is new, how? |
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| No pressure over Caramel Latte |
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| @Skyes-- Um, YAY! |
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| Apparently, I need to be chomping on mints in order to actually sit down and write. However, it's all good. |
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| Was going to stay up all night and write, but tomorrow works, too. |
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| Sundays are bad, mmkay? Music is on, I'm waiting to go out. Bought books yesterday, sat outside two cafes. |
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| Poe's 'Wish You Were Here' is the most haunting song. Ever. Evar. |
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| Thinking: Blossom Dearie has always rocked my socks. |
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| It's Nana's birthday today. I'm thinking about all four of them. And haiku. |
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| thinking I really must buy Charlotte Gainsboug's '5.55', and typing away. |
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