Last night I was reading a book where the protagonist got her name for her hair, Rusty. In that case people should call me dandruff.
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Furball
14.9.16
I'm thinking of becoming a copywriter
I love the word party hats;
which technically is two words because English people just looove spacing between words
My second favourite word is boobies.
8.9.16
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"I need to comb my hair"
Is code for a not so good day and I need to be by myself that evening and cannot engage in social activities. Or I just don't want to. Or I really need to comb my hair.
31.8.16
Yesterday I fell
As I was laying there on the ground, vulnerable and naked. Okay, perhaps not naked. As I was laying on the dirt thinking that this is rock bottom. I wasn't even drunk, just a few beers. It was pitch black and someone came walking. I found my glasses och tried to get up realizing my foot was turned into a position no man kind had seen. The person coming up was slowing down and did her best to avoid me. I limped home and cried my self to sleep.
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