Saturday 4 August 2012

Ouchamagoucha

Sweet mother of pearl. I feel like wet laundry. Bedraggled. Note to present and future self: this body circa 1981 cannot quite withstand 20 yr old late night shenanigans. Drowning achy sorrows in my new book and Day 8 Olympic Swimming finals. Goooo Phelps!

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In other news: Yarn Bombing. Guerrilla knit-meisters on the prowl. Removable granny graffiti. What a brainwave. 1) who has the time or inclination for this? 2) only in developed nations and 3) why are people so awesome?

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That's right. You know this car was just asking for it.  

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