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| In line with the current mood on Xanga I have finally dceided to use the domain i have owned for an age (it was a birthday present) for something more useful than an extra email address I too am moving.
Though TBH whilst I think the flag thing and Xanga lock are bloody silly inventions I am more pissed off that in all this time you people still can't make an edit box that works first time. Seriously how hard can it be. And I have had to edit this post 4 fucking times now because the bloody add a link is fucked. People seriously you do this for a living, make the stuff work ok. I'm now here
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| Well I'm not sure I know what situations you're thinking of as this maiden is naive to such things  .
My breakfast pretty much everyday for about a month has been custard. I'm mostly taken with the Ambrosia chocolate flavour custard, splat, but will eat plain custard too. Has to be Ambrosia though, can't be doing with home store brands and Bird's doesn't work cold, which is how I eat it. Were I having it on warm cake, then it would be Bird's.
I don't eat it in the bedroom though as I'm a very messy eater, and B is very tidy and can't seem to cope with crumbs and stuff all over the bed, whereas I have developed a skill of sleeping in amongst biscuit crumbs over many years, and think I would have little problem with custard.
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| I am here (Mr Kezia sir  ). Unfortunately my brain has turned into wedding mush, and apart from mustering up an opinion about someone's objectionable children (really very objectionable)I have only fluff in my head. I can witter on for quite sometime about all things relating to white frocks and flowers and stuff, but I fear you'd all fall out with me. So here's my proposal, gimme something to think about -so I can have an opinion and share it with you (just don't ask what I'm reading because it's just more fluff). I'm willing to muster an opinion up about anything.  | | |
| Apropos of absolutely nothing, my legs hurt, must remember to to warm up before killing self with [will not be a total hefer walking down the aisle] workout. And probably the falling onto the sofa rather than a cool down didn't help either. | | |
| Thankyou for your congrats.
Sorry Lobster position already filled, though you've probably worn more pretty dresses in the past 6 months than Michelle has in her whole life, searching for a dress that's not too girlie is going to be interesting(!).
We went to a "wedding fayre" (why do they have to spell it oldie worldie like that?) today. Both of us were quite scared by the weirdness that came with it. From the woman who told me off for not having picked a dress (I've been engaged all of two weeks lady!) to the hideous napkin arrangements on the tables (what is the point, it's a thing to keep your clothes clean). B noted that he as a groom to be was very much in the minority, lots of brides, lots of parents, only about 4 men (and one of those was definitely gay mate dragged along by girl). It honestly didn't seem as if any of these women had any thought of involving their hims in the planning. I could hear lots of "I want" and not many "We want". I know some of the blokes probably think they're involvement was the asking and the saying yes on the day, but I wonder if the rest are feeling a bit left out?
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