[And how I fucking don't want to play them anymore]
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Hi!
Hello, my name is Mush and I have no idea how I got here either. Must be sheer good luck (just kidding, Blogger was the only option beyond Geocities when it first started. I clearly am on the steep side of the technological bell curve.)
I love peanut butter, power ballads, bad jokes and books. I am known to break into dances randomly so don't be alarmed if you bump into me on a street and it looks like I'm having a conniption.
Anyway this is my worded life. I try to come back as often as I can.
I love peanut butter, power ballads, bad jokes and books. I am known to break into dances randomly so don't be alarmed if you bump into me on a street and it looks like I'm having a conniption.
Anyway this is my worded life. I try to come back as often as I can.
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I'm reading
- Batman and Psychology: A Dark and Stormy Knight
- Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantell
- The Man in the Picture by Susan Hill
Listening to..
- Head over Heels by Tears for Fears
- Us by Regina Spektor
- Dancing in the Storm by Boom Crash Opera
- Wild Boys by Duran Duran
So this is what went before..
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2009
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May
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- These games we play
- Past lives.
- Holiday Dreams
- Monday mayhem
- Not by any means a domestic goddess #49849584
- Yelling
- Star Trek Revisited
- Of relationships old, new and closing
- Racism and noodles
- Mornings
- It's that time of the year again.
- Whoosh whoosh
- And more dreams
- Melon collie
- Too many shifts and no time equals no underwear
- Take that Freud!
- Some self-preservative left
- Long work days
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May
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