can't believe all these cards...........don't really see the point of any of them including birthday cards.............they all just end up in the recycling.................would rather someone just emailed me or phoned me and said happy birthday.................I'd kill my OH if he wasted money on a valetine card when he could have spent the money on a bottle of wine.....
i think people who buy them are just to lazy to pick up a phone or to go and see the person in person to give there congtratulations
Seren - they are aimed at the same mindless chavs that watch soap operas and sign condolence books for Jade Goodie and Princess Died. The point is: Clinton makes money out of idiots. Why shouldn't they? I would.
Right, speaking of idiots, I'm off out now to drink in moderation. Moderation is a new vodka bar - where I plan to get fucking smashed, pick a fight with some dwarves, and vomit on a russian hooker. Or maybe pick a fight with a russian hooker, and vomit on some dwarves. Either way the shirt I'm wearing is doomed. Ciao babies.
What the fact that every muscle in my body hurts, I've got a cold and my knees/hips/ankles are taking it in turns to be spitefully painful?? Other than that its all good!
Me too - I woke up in the middle of the night, stretched, my hamstring went sproink , and at 3am it seemed entirely reasonable to be wibbling that I'd sprained it in my sleep.
Can someone press the fast forward button on this week and just get met to the start line in one piece on Sunday morning?
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can't believe all these cards...........don't really see the point of any of them including birthday cards.............they all just end up in the recycling.................would rather someone just emailed me or phoned me and said happy birthday.................I'd kill my OH if he wasted money on a valetine card when he could have spent the money on a bottle of wine.....
i think people who buy them are just to lazy to pick up a phone or to go and see the person in person to give there congtratulations
Right, speaking of idiots, I'm off out now to drink in moderation. Moderation is a new vodka bar - where I plan to get fucking smashed, pick a fight with some dwarves, and vomit on a russian hooker. Or maybe pick a fight with a russian hooker, and vomit on some dwarves. Either way the shirt I'm wearing is doomed. Ciao babies.
anybody fancy a bagel?
My parents bought me a card for my first marathon
they gave it to me the day before
picture of a tortoise on it and
"you can always stop at 10 miles" inside
LOL
Now i ran the wolvo mara in 2008 as well, but not in a "respectable time"
But i didnt realise i was one of onny 43
Unless she lapped me(which is possible) she would have been too far in front
LOL
I like wolvo cos i always get to see the winners who are generally twice as fast as i am
no she didnt then
I did 4,47(my excuse is labyrinthitis-LOL)
that few
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thats normal for taper
LOL
have the niggles started yet?
ha ha
situation normal then
any dreams yet?
Yeah! Theres one where I'm trying to run but it feels like I'm running through quicksand and everyone is much faster than me.
I'm very glad that its normal!
Me too - I woke up in the middle of the night, stretched, my hamstring went sproink , and at 3am it seemed entirely reasonable to be wibbling that I'd sprained it in my sleep.
Can someone press the fast forward button on this week and just get met to the start line in one piece on Sunday morning?