Another year... another spot...
I woke up this morning to find that my face had decided to celebrate my 27th birthday by having a wee party of its very own ...in the form of a spot.
I think this is a sign. As long as my body keeps acting like a teenager, I will keep treating it like one!
:D
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Happy Birthday you old git!!! Welcome to the sexy side of twenty ;-)
I tried texting you earlier, but remembered the phone thing. So there.
Having disconnected myself from the addiction that was Bebo I suddenly remembered the wonder of blogspot.com so thought I'd have a look and see how things are going. I really really did try to read all that science stuff about the Capricorns multiplying or something in Manchester but I'm such a simple soul quietly regressing back to monosyllabic grunting that I had to stop as my head was hurting. AND I had a real long think about any gay Sarahs I may know (turns out I don't know any.....) and I'm just gonna ignore the whole poo thing. My point is simply - hello. glad you're still alive and well oop north :) i thank you.
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