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Test Post From BlogDesk

In order to save me some time when blogging, I downloaded this cool little app thingie. I will now upload an image of utter seriousness to see if this thing works, as well as tag this post in a few random categories. I’d appreciate your feedback of my awesomeness soonest.
Cats are being picked up on Sunday, btw. Awwwww. I’m going to be so bleak without the little shits.
Also, I have 4 up-coming late nights and I’m shitting meself. I’m old(ish) you know… I can’t be doing these things anymore.
Okay. ‘Till later. Luff you.
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What happens behind closed screens
…when its an online convo between two singletons of the opposite sex destined to fuck around but never take it seriously:
9:57 PM SheBee: you don’t love me any more :’(
Pieletjies: or any less
SheBee: I’m breaking up with you. all you do is whine about how busy you are and pay me NO attention. what kind of online lover are you?
9:58 PM: Pieletjies: lol. i got a new iphone! 3g
SheBee: : did you?! thats fabulous. black or white?
Pieletjies: black
SheBee: good choice apparently the white ones are all cracking.
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Oh wow, I’m touched all over the place and back again
Glenda Penelope Scott. That’s the name of my new GPS kindly gifted by MsBehavn. She’s beautiful. She’s clever. She’s polite. I’ve tested her out and even gone down one ways to see what she does, and true to her trusty nature, the GPS goes fucking insane. Beeeeeeeeep! PLEASE KEEP LEFT. PLEASE KEEP LEFT. PLEASEKEEPLEFTPLEASEKEEPLEFT!
Cath got a taste of Glenda Penelope Scott this morning on the way to the airport, both of us still slightly drunk and partially hung over and very bushy tailed and puffy eyed. Cath thinks that Glenda she’s marvelous!
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I teargassed our kitchen!
So, Hayley thought it would be funny to give me teargas, in case I accidentally hijack somebody again and need to protect myself.
I get home from the coast this morning and decide to test the stuff.
I aimed for the kitchen sink, forgot to cover my mouth and naturally it ricoccheted off the wall, nowhere near the sink, and hit me right in the gob. Needless to say, I have been streaming tears, coughing and sneezing the house down, and our kitchen is infected with tear gas.
Like Cath says:that’s like giving a psycho person a knife and hoping they dont stab anyone!
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Obstacle Illusions will not get me down
Do you know what I’ve discovered about Durban? That its not for sissies. Or lazy people. There are bloody stairs everywhere. The parking lots are miles from anything constructive – such as shoe shops, and the flea markets are made for people with zen energy, positive vibes and skirt wearers of tie-dye.
My flat was designed for someone with the need for a hearing aid, this being because of the COMPLETE RETARDS that drive up and down the my road at FOUR AM IN THE GODAMNED MORNING while I am peacefully minding my own business, trying to – oh I don’t know – SLEEP!



