There was no-one there when I drove to the top of the hill.
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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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2010
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August
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- Weekend ruminations on love and friendship
- People that deserve a kick in the nads part #456454
- I'm a Romcom Cliche
- Keeping busy with... salsa?
- Trivial
- 12:24
- Getting up
- He was right.
- My baby!
- Political Apathy.
- Star Wars cupcakes make everything better
- And some things are..
- A HTML romance
- Some of my favourite people
- Fifteen minutes
- So many conversations about almost the same thing
- Tuesday is the new Friday apparently
- The top of the hill.
- Unsettled and uncomfortable
- My career
- I hate today!
- When I get my guitar..
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August
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