Wednesday, January 14, 2004
Sometimes I rail at my eighteen year old self. Why were you such a wanker back then? How could you not have realised that she was interested? What were you playing at? It could all have turned out so differently.
Then I have an evening meal of cheese on toast and an individual Christmas pudding and weep tears of shame thinking of what my teenaged self would think of *me*.
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Then I have an evening meal of cheese on toast and an individual Christmas pudding and weep tears of shame thinking of what my teenaged self would think of *me*.
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