there's something beautiful about the male body.
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i'm sick. woohoo. not. eurgh.
this is so gross. excessive build up of phlegm...
and then a runny nose, and a hackling cough...
makes me sound like i'm choking on bits of my lungs.
anyway. first two days of hols were spent in bed.
hoooraaaayyy. oh well. at least i got the sleep i wanted.
and theres so much crap to do.
going out tomorrow...
no idea if i'm well enough or not... =\
have to study for bio and maths...
and finish the documentation for art...
and do that stupid felicity project for vd...
and read midnight's children, by salman rushdie.
stupid post-colonial texts...
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DAY 16 - SOMEONE THAT'S NOT IN YOUR COUNTRY.
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Dearest Riley,
Hey sweetheart. How’ve you been lately? I haven’t seen you much online, and you're not answering my emails. I’m getting worried dear. I hope you know that whatever happens, I’ll always be there for you, as much as I can. (Since living half a world away does seem to hinder it a little.)
I know you're going through the worst times right now. Just to let you know, I'll always love you. Whenever you need to talk and rant or anything, I'm there to listen. And who knows, maybe one day I might just skip over to Canada... or you can come and visit me in my igloo in Antarctica. ;D
(Make sure to bring Brendan too.)
Just remember, I'm not a goldfish.
Love, your little Lark.
