Tuesday, January 01, 2008

The Facts

I am staying in France at the moment.
Sophie and Tosco have "Kennel Cough".
The Pauls are here.
Geraldine's new house needs lots of work done to it.

I have never watched and episode of "Desperate Housewives" or "Sex In The City".
If I leave a cup of hot tea on the kitchen table in the morning by the time the evening comes around it will be cold.
I am 35 years old and have a 28" waist.
I smoke, on average, between 25 and 40 cigarettes a day.
I have hurt some people and healed others.
I have three pairs of decent pants.
My feet are size ten and a half.
My eyes are brown.
Sometimes I'm happy and sometimes I'm sad.
I would like to have a family of my own.
The Chinese want to pay me to teach their children.
Tequilla makes me temporarily sane.
******** tried kill himself and bled all over our new carpet when I was five years old.
I would like to be a writer so I write things down.
I have a small caramel coloured mole on my scrotum.
I was born and one day I'll die.
I am a rat.
This will be the year of the rat.
I have done bad things but I'm not a bad man.
Andy died when he fell from a hotel complex in Portugal when he was 17.
Nobody knows if he jumped or if he was pushed.
Dannyl died on a railway track when he was 18.
Nobody knows if he jumped or if he was pushed.
Vival opens at 9am.
25 lucky strike lights cost six euros.
On the wall hangs a mirror.
I get paid a hundred euros a day.
People love me more when they know I'm leaving.
When I was six I got run over but left hospital before the nurses brought the ice cream round.
I have eight fingers, two thumbs and ten toes.
My beard is patchy and I have a big nose but I get enough oxygen to keep me alive.
Bound with black ribbon, beneath red wrapping paper, inside a handmade leather pouch is a Malachite pendant.
I found a dying lacewing and placed it in a patch of sunlight on December 31st.
I have a bruise the colour and shape of a blackberry above my left knee.
I am single.
The little asian guy who stole my debit card in Hong Kong stuck to my arm like a smiling limpet.
When the sun shines I tend to feel better.
Simmore is beautiful and true love is forever.

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