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More texts you probably don't care about. But I want to keep a record of these things. So, lucky you.


you look like friendship
Call me needy, but I think it would be impossible to have my friendships affirmed too often.

:) Just remembered awards ceremony at nuit blanche :).
This was one highlight of a great night I fully intended to blog about. The applause of strangers is affirming.

Is he clueless?
Yes, he is. But the humour of this situation...can be publicized in a year or two.

Sounds good, chumbitt.
I think I am okay with being a chumbitt?

Ah. How have we not learnt to teleport. I want hugs.
I concur. Teleportation should have been invented long ago, and I also want hugs.

Be less white. Home guuurrrlll
Sorry. I'll try.

You are great. S and i like you and your face. And your hair.
I like this pair of girls as well. It also seems that my hair may be the most popular part of me.

You know what? I love you.
This was the first time this friend had said this to me. And it was in a context that I didn't doubt her sincerity.

THANK YOU BETH. miss. your. hair. and. smile.
Again with the hair!

What to say?
An honest question. Neither of us knew the answer.

Shoop ba doop is on the radio right now. That can help make anyones day!
Fo shizzle.

Hmm. THERE'S a sentence I never heard!
It was a sentence I'd never typed before either.

I hope you have some red haired babies. How cute would they be with their rumpled curls.
It was just as random and out of nowhere when I received it.

Eep. Kinda good, kinda poo, all zombie.
How was your day?

Ppl snogging loads in public make my curls turn.
Agreed.

I wonder if singers have nicer bootie. Holding all those notes... Something has to be clenching.
I had never considered this before, but now I wonder.

... Did I just write that text? Or are you poaching my inner thoughts again?
I was poaching. I like poaching thoughts from good friends.

Just come. Ten.
On a scale of 1-10, how serious are you? Apparently, serious. Now the question is, do I go?

Can I interest you in a fluppet?
Funny, because she didn't know what that meant to me.

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