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Tuesday, 31 May 2005

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jojo

Someone elses toaster, hey? You been breakfasting at someone elses house? ; )

Teigan

Jo, I specifically told you not to refer to my secret double life which I never blog about, on account of it being so incredibly interesting and sex-filled that I'd max out my bandwidth. Curse you and your compulsive gossipery, shakes fist etc

Cheshire Cat

Fingers crossed Teigan, I might be able to photograph someone elses toaster by Thursday morning... Wait, I feel like I should explain this story... but I don't want to.

Teigan

Wooooo. Fingers crossed.

Actually, the closest thing I have to a sex life at the moment consists of being woken up at all hours of the night - and day - by the sounds of the unbelievably noisy and amorously prolific slattern who lives directly across from me (audio coming soon) and fending off the advances of skanky and/or interestingly-gendered streetwalkers whilst passing through my neighbourhood's infamous tolerance zones. Oh, and stalking-- er, reading Desci.

So I eagerly anticipate your pictures.

jojo

Or so you'd like the masses to believe... ; )

Teigan

Hush, now.

Not in front of the masses.

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