Wednesday 7 April 2010

Irish son of a whore.

You know when you are pretty sure how much you hate something, yeah?
Then somewhere along the lines Ronan Keating's cover of Iris gets involved and you realise there is a whole new and unexplored world of hate for you.
On the yellow side to life, the daffodils are a blooming. Not that I care, I'm just stating my observation of today.

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