Ok, i'm sorry to do this but I have just faced my biggest fear. I HATE long nails they make me want to puke. My flat mate just revealed his talons to me. How could he do it to himself? He could have took my eye out with one from the other side of the room. Grim.
On a brighter, less scratchy note, things are falling in place, or at least feel like they are. Maybe all that star sign bull about jupiter and saggies having the best year for 12 years blah blah blah (read some January mags) were telling the truth. Well I won't count my chickens till they have hatched, but I'll try and keep them nice and warm....
Tuesday 9 January 2007
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