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    <description><![CDATA[So I live in London, and I'm interested in a lot of things, ordinary things, extraordinary things, significant or insignificant. I'm nosy, I'm a busy body, I listen in, I observe!]]></description>
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      <title>2.</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[i just love london.
when i think. oh i'm going back to london today, it makes me smile.
when i think oh, i'm going back to york today, it makes me cringe.
i could happily walk round london for hours and hours.
so much to look at and so many strange people doing strange things to watch.
will i mind going back to manchester? no.


i'm moving next week to NW1, after being in Brixton, and Ealing. Spreading myself around?

ealing is okay. cheap. shithole. lots of aussies and polish.
the "vibe" in brixton is cool. hmm.

went out in putney last saturday. lots of vodka and tequila. club fez. disco dancefloor and cheesy music makes a good night right?]]></description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2008 20:16:28 -0700</pubDate>
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      <description><![CDATA[So I was thinking about all this internet stuff the other day, and you know I'm totally into blogging, and reading blogs, I love the anonymity but you know, if someone stumbled across my blog it wouldn't be the end of my world. I've been feeling reckless lately, high on the idea that nothing really matters, you know I could get fired- whatever, I can get another job, someone could die, something might break, my secret file of naked pictures might get leaked. So what. they're hot. I just really couldn't give a shit at the minute. I don't want to spend the rest of my life working for someone else, putting in 80% into something to get 20% return. What the fuck is that about? I'm going to work for myself, I just wish that I had mad skills. Maybe I could just lie because that's what everyone does anyway right? I mean at the minute everything that pours out of my mouth is always exxxagerated anyway, why not pop a few lies into an interview here and there or when I meet someone new. It might make things more interesting. If they find out I'll just say I'm joking, but you know if they do find out I'm not sure I would care anyway. 

valour xx]]></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 15:57:09 -0700</pubDate>
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