Dear G, sun is shining, it's only a couple of minus degrees and my legs tell me to run. Have to wait another couple of days, and also must, must sit by the computer to finish loads of work.
So how am I supposed to say that this life is 100 days clubbing? And how am I supposed not taste those childmade, delicious meringues?
Crunchy above, soft inside, perfect with coffee and practically made of mean sugar.
Nothing but bad.
My show is on tonight. Will you watch?
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