The strangest thing keeps happening to me. When I meet new people, I categorise them into combinations of people I already know. I guess my perception gland is wearing out, and I have gathered basic models of behaviour in my head and I associate them with people. That part is fine – just me being […]
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The dressing gown is so passee. I am all about saying “all about” now, and also all about cowboy boots. As soon as I bought my boots, I saddled up the barbecue we found by the road and rode a steak into the crematorium with it. Wearing my boots (and shorts better to show them
Margaritas. Hard to spell, easy to swallow. Nasty’s. Easy to get into, hard to leave. Purple People Eater Margaritas please. Hard to enunciate.
