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[Aug. 14th, 2008|09:18 pm] |
Mr. Canada is back tomorrow. I'm delighted to have to get up at 5am to drive to the airport to collect him. My newly almost zen-like flat will soon be covered with 'would-be-skin-tight-on-a-12-year-old-let-alone-a-grown-man' T shirts, and I'll be forced to watch Corrination Street again. The fridge will be emptied of food in a matter of minutes. On the plus side, Flynn (the cat) will get a hell of a lot more attention than he is used to. Someone will be there to laugh along with me when I practice my limbo moves. I'll have someone to force into doing the robot dance most nights, and I get to sing in a baby voice (in a duet instead of a solo) every single evening for a while.
Tonight, I am enjoying the quiet / silence / stillness of the flat. I'm not going to have that for a while. |
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You are one of my favorite f-list people. I just love reading your updates. : )
Truly!
I think he needs to be a reality TV show!
It would be very dull indeed, but thanks for the vote of confidence!
Well, where else would one be entertained by a limbo-ing sword-swallower, with a deranged voodoo princess for a next-door neighbor?
you flatter me kind sir!! | |
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