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6 comments:
*gasp* How can your readers ever trust you again?
*gasp* How can your readers ever trust you again?
Harsh, cruel world out there, Tim.
yes yes suzette it's true.... gasp gasp.. it's a much better photo!!- and the ramblings are just SO REFERESHING!- like finding a mind in a jar so when you open the lid real conversation enuses.... about stuff.. you know ... 'real ' stuff.... there should be a rap track in the background and a beatnik reading the blog in public.. ok so that says more about me than the site.. ok so i don't have a life.. live with it.. I have to!.... loads of gushy feelings (warm nice, gush though) I am heading to dinner with the lovley Dan tonight so even though he's coming to Brisbane and I then can't lord it over everyone 'cos I saw him- at least I saw him first!! - and in his home city!!
miss wendy gives you a tick (no not one that you need tweezers for) for this lovley work W ; )
Thanks Wendy - that's the nice thing about having friends: they tell you that you're good.
I rather like the Beat Poet idea... if I can't make money out of this stuff at least I can get some cool factor to compensate.
And the photo - at least I'm not drunk in this one. And this one is testament to the above comment about not trusting Photoshoppers... although this is only slightly more glamorous than I am in real life, a fact you can testify to.
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