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This fare speach of mine
I don't speak english.
Yes, it's true. Your eyes do knot deceive you. Several sources have declared it. Katherine is adament that the longer I work as a swedish analyst the worse my English gets. In a whey I think it is true and it's knot like my other tongues have expanded to fill the gap.
Examples of my deteriation exist in droves.
I try to extridite my things from my bag.
I imbinged too much on tea.
And I frequently rewinded my videos.
But hope is in site.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
midnightoak has shown me the whey. There is a new land beyond the horizon without a state language. If I can make them take my language then I will offically be correct when I speak. Yes this is a good plan. Beware for soon you will all be forced to speak Sabrinaish. Mwahahaha cough *blush*
In other news here's a lovely extract from my local paper that just shows you have to be careful with words.
"A Driver was lucky to be alive after his car hit a metal fence and landed on to its roof after an accident on a Chester road.
The 23-year-old escaped with a few injuries despite a metal railing going through the car and stopping between his legs...."
The story continues in the Chester standard.
Would you believe that this time in my dream I actually went for a long walk withmidnightoak and Mum something that happens vary rarely at moment. But when we found someplace to stop (being a house with wonderful paintings painted on the outside walls owned by someone random) they expanded into my dad, gran, my aunt and would you believe several of her kids. And when I tried to leave the house it had eaight baby chairs facing the sun with toddlers in and netting to hinder their, and therefore my, escape. Not to mention a large amount of the things in the house were made by my dad.
Really need to rest too much exersise in my brain.
Tea's so far: None again I'm going through a drought and I'm not happy about it. Roll on the weekend with lots of tea.
Yes, it's true. Your eyes do knot deceive you. Several sources have declared it. Katherine is adament that the longer I work as a swedish analyst the worse my English gets. In a whey I think it is true and it's knot like my other tongues have expanded to fill the gap.
Examples of my deteriation exist in droves.
I try to extridite my things from my bag.
I imbinged too much on tea.
And I frequently rewinded my videos.
But hope is in site.
midnightoak has shown me the whey. There is a new land beyond the horizon without a state language. If I can make them take my language then I will offically be correct when I speak. Yes this is a good plan. Beware for soon you will all be forced to speak Sabrinaish. Mwahahaha cough *blush*In other news here's a lovely extract from my local paper that just shows you have to be careful with words.
"A Driver was lucky to be alive after his car hit a metal fence and landed on to its roof after an accident on a Chester road.
The 23-year-old escaped with a few injuries despite a metal railing going through the car and stopping between his legs...."
The story continues in the Chester standard.
Would you believe that this time in my dream I actually went for a long walk with
midnightoak and Mum something that happens vary rarely at moment. But when we found someplace to stop (being a house with wonderful paintings painted on the outside walls owned by someone random) they expanded into my dad, gran, my aunt and would you believe several of her kids. And when I tried to leave the house it had eaight baby chairs facing the sun with toddlers in and netting to hinder their, and therefore my, escape. Not to mention a large amount of the things in the house were made by my dad.Really need to rest too much exersise in my brain.
Tea's so far: None again I'm going through a drought and I'm not happy about it. Roll on the weekend with lots of tea.
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Du använde mitt riktiga namn :(
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9 hurrah!