Monday, January 1, 2007

How Much Do You Sell A Pint Of Homemade Jam For

Fires Blew

Hmm. I served as long time friends. Perhaps too long, but I've been a busy girl since Christmas d'or and not sweep streuon for the festival (though our lovely), so power to you. Www!

Although I've only two exam gal in the months since should return to Cardiff, he has had considerable impact on my psyche. So now atgynhedlu and mice in the walls here as Casa no tomorrow. Oni'n awake before dawn morning here in our own pi- with weeping salty tears because no black rat trying hyrddio'i himself out of the wardrobe my room before running from one end to another non-stop trying to scare on me. He knew full well that put a trap to kill him, the old Genna little hairy. Odd must call up grisia Lucy to come with me and Mista Hold tight on me until I fall asleep in his breichia. Really.

rows worst ever exam Monday. Homeostasis. The name say it all a bit of thee? Rows stay up percep sdydio night and I'm pretty sure I've gneud a complete mess of the whole thing. That's so long and I've been sleeping on my feet a bit with the mindset that resemble gwdi-hw (ie sleeping during the day and awake during the night).

not this mentality Any stiwdant with any ounce and hynnan esteem do you think? Mwn Well yes, but not all who drink tea stiwdant free porcelain teapot brass not spend all the harp metric hyfryta'n the whole world ever. Yes, every little bit of our money has been invested in the small black 33 string harp here -


de Nice? He is on his way onto an aircraft Shicago mp wi sbic. Rows Finch by offering one she was not able to use the one she was free ordro of Lyon & Healey (new baby and so on), but one of gratuity, which is cin doni'm be honest. And if I want to spend every red Dima Chennai, worse for me gal exactly what dwisio not it? There might strapped around my shoulders and everything to please!

Anyway, sa I better go. Our own late, ma ma gennai cup'm cool and date with a small furry creature with a slender teeth that hide between the bricks in the wall of my bedroom ...

... too late, ma cup'm cold.

Bygyr.

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