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[23 Dec 2020|02:39am]
He's as blind as he can be,
Just sees what he wants to see,
Nowhere Man can you see me at all? )
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009 [26 Mar 2011|06:01pm]
Home feels different. I mean it smells the same, but people are talking a little louder, and there are now three bagpipers on Union Street where there used to be just one. In front of the statue of George VII, which I don't imagine will be having a good time of it in the weeks to come. I have heard Scotland the Brave being played just about constantly, even by the journalists camped outside my house.

I think my mom cried on the suit I'll be wearing tomorrow. Very strange. My father suggested I wait to get my new Scottish passport until after it says Sir, but I don't know if passports even acknowledge title.
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008 [19 Feb 2011|09:23pm]
The obelisks are still working, if anyone was concerned. And apparently landing on your shoulder is a good way to break your clavicle, which is, oddly enough, less painful than being around you lot this week.
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007 [14 Feb 2011|06:07pm]
It seems strange that the halls smell so like vomit so early in the day without the smell of alcohol around.

Is something going around or have you all just decided not to bathe?
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006 [05 Feb 2011|02:12pm]
I realize it is fun to taunt the holy guy, but Malachi doesn't arse around about this stuff. I don't know what happened, but whoever he was looking to slaughter owes me a favor. I've had to hide his hammer and break his nose just to keep his hands clean.
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005 [28 Jan 2011|08:20pm]
Does anyone no where I keen get my braille key bored fix? I heat this voice recog nation pro grim. It never no Fitz I say and jest size nonsense.


I also a pale of guys if I make no sense. It ease really a stupid thin an I only use it win I half to.
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004 [25 Jan 2011|02:37pm]
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o' a grace
As lang's my arm.

Read more... )
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003 [21 Jan 2011|12:11am]
I hate all of the beginning of the year interviews. I never do anything interesting but the interviewer keeps trying to trick me into saying I did. I am not sure what they think I have done and neglected to tell them. And I doubt there aren't enough people more exciting than me to fill up their air time. I just hope they don't do what they did last year and spread stories that I sliced up some kid's football.
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002 [17 Jan 2011|04:24pm]
Anyone who couldn't tell the punch had been spiked needs to get their sense of smell checked.
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001 [16 Jan 2011|12:29am]
This place is colder than northeastern Scotland. That always strikes me as an accomplishment.
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