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So I finished my stint in hell the "House from the 1950's".

I'm glad that I'm home with food, Diet Coke and stable internet. I apologise to all those I was chatting with when I suddenly disappeared on them.

My resume is complete and will be emailed to those that offered to review it.

Smutmas is my bitch and it knows it. This is the first story in a long time that has just flowed as I've written it. I'm already very proud of it and it's not done yet. It's churning about so much that I'm not able to focus on anything else, which is a good thing as I've plenty of time to write for it. But it's also a bad thing because I've a few other projects due as well.


How was everyone's weekends?

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Stolen from smutella.

HowManyOfMe.com

There is: 1 person with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

The funny thing is - I know her. No, really, I do. That's the beauty of myspace, the invention I hate but like a sheep, I just had to sign up. She found me and she also lives in a gambling city and is a Republican. So, there you go... opposite of me, basically.