knifing around
i'm sitting on my bed typing trash. this is trash in case you havent realised and my eyelids are closing. but i thought you'd like to know. i'm somewhat irritated that the photo-developing lab near my place dosen't sell medium format film. hmmmm, wot else? nothing's really happening, one thought in my brain is "why are men kissing each other?" said in similarity to that scene in starsky and hutch when the chief asks them "why are you touching him?" i'm talking trash for those of you who just joined us, just in case you havent realised it by now. am i not thought provoking enough for you? -) we'll pick up the pieces of the blogroll and stream together a collective conciousness of over-inflated egos.
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