Irregularly updated, lacking in focus, often sweary & largely, utter bollocks. The meandering brain farts of a girl with hair of curls.
Run Fat Girl, Run
Things that go “mumble” in the night
The fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree
Late into Christmas afternoon, talk turned to the inevitable way that we all turn into our parents, who themselves had turned into theirs… Auntie, “It wasn’t so much that he looked like his dad; more that they shared the, um, wotsits…” Cousin, “Mannersisms?” Auntie, “Yeah, those. It was the same with my brothers. The way [...]


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