 
 
      
  
  
pretensions last resorts blood relatives shits & giggles love|hate faux pas random person wet dreams? if you're bored tea playboy's lost bunny
Images: I Brushes: I Hosts: I, II |
to all my friends , i bequeath my collection of cds, fairy lights,ck underwear,scented candles and fridge. to my loved ones, my favourite flip flops, my collection of magazines, and last but not least, my ang pow money. you have it anyway. to all those in between, i leave my stash of dvd's and secrets/ funny jokes i have kept on post-its all over my room and drawers. my throat aches. i'm not supposed to die till the 5th of August at 82. i feel like tiny tim cratchit from the muppets christmas carol. 'tis the TB plague i fear,yessiree, stricken the cold through his tahny bones guv'nor,i fear tiny tim 'ere won't make it past this christmas. crikey chim chimenee *HACK* i don't even know what i'm saying. but you get the drift.  Behold. Tiny Tim (the one being held up by kermit) |
