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1. Similar to, but not exactly the same as.
2. In some manner or to some degree.
scribe /'skraɪb'/
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Well, I’m alive, barely.
It hurts quite a bit when i dont stock my system up with painkillers, and when I eat, and when I wake up in the morning. And when I speak.
But other than that it’s not too bad. Compared to some of the horror stories I’ve heard, me having my tonsils out went quite well.
All I’ve been doing for the last few days is vegging out watching TV and playing Playstation, not that much to update on…
And my mind hasn’t been working long enough for me to think of anything deep and meaningful to write about.
So, um, I’ll keep you updated when I do.
Until then, I’m seriously in need of some food…
Life’s good. My right arm is numb and cold from my elbow to my wrist; it hurts. I read Layer Cake last night, really good book, can’t wait to see the film, I think I’m going to try and do my assignment about that film, either that or Alfie. The remake of Alfie makes me wish I had a London accent, every time that trailer comes on I try emulating Jude Law’s voice.
@5 years agoThere’s not that much to write about when you spend your days lazing about on the floor of your living room or in bed doped to the gills on painkillers and throat lozenges and gorging on ice cream. I mean, where in all that is a story worth telling? The other day I coughed up a stitch? Woo. It was disgusting. Big wow. I’ve sent nearly a thousand sms messages in the last week, and still have 6 hours of voice calls on my new contract, because, as you can guess, MY VOICE DOESN’T WORK.
@5 years agoIt’s not out of choice that I don’t write.
It’s because the fairies kidnap me to play in Never Never Land.
No, not with Michael Jackson.
Disgusting. Your mind…
Rotten.
See how you turn something so innocent into something so gross.
Thanks alot.
I need to write more.
Like this.
There’s not that much to write about when you spend your days lazing about on the floor of your living room or in bed doped to the gills on painkillers and throat lozenges and gorging on ice cream. I mean, where in all that is a story worth telling? The other day I coughed up a stitch? Woo. It was disgusting. Big wow. I’ve sent nearly a thousand sms messages in the last week, and still have 6 hours of voice calls on my new contract, because, as you can guess, MY VOICE DOESN’T WORK.
Well, I’m alive, barely.
It hurts quite a bit when i dont stock my system up with painkillers, and when I eat, and when I wake up in the morning. And when I speak.
But other than that it’s not too bad. Compared to some of the horror stories I’ve heard, me having my tonsils out went quite well.
All I’ve been doing for the last few days is vegging out watching TV and playing Playstation, not that much to update on…
And my mind hasn’t been working long enough for me to think of anything deep and meaningful to write about.
So, um, I’ll keep you updated when I do.
Until then, I’m seriously in need of some food…
It’s not out of choice that I don’t write.
It’s because the fairies kidnap me to play in Never Never Land.
No, not with Michael Jackson.
Disgusting. Your mind…
Rotten.
See how you turn something so innocent into something so gross.
Thanks alot.
I need to write more.
Like this.
Life’s good. My right arm is numb and cold from my elbow to my wrist; it hurts. I read Layer Cake last night, really good book, can’t wait to see the film, I think I’m going to try and do my assignment about that film, either that or Alfie. The remake of Alfie makes me wish I had a London accent, every time that trailer comes on I try emulating Jude Law’s voice.
