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i eat sweetcorn out of the tin with a spoon.
i slouch.
i leave my music playing when i leave the room.
i am always late for everything except for every meal.
i lie to my parents.
i drag my feet.
i steal my dad's biros.
i throw my clothes on the floor.
i eat far too much peanut butter.
i chew my glasses.
i get people to illegally copy CDs for me.
i have missed lots of SSAW meetings because i am away.
i wear tights with ladders in them.
i smile at people i don't know.
i forget to brush my hair.
i wear odd socks.
i listen to country music sometimes.
i secretly lust over people i'll never have.
i spend too much time sticking things on my wall. my fingers hurt from pushing the drawçing pins in.
i fail at crosswords. and then i do them again thinking i'll get better.
i take lots and lots of free pens.
sometimes i can't think of anything to say to my closest friends.
i eat raw tomatoes and the juice dribbles down my chin.
i play rock music on my cello when no one's listening.
i eat my apple cores.
i don't go to bed until 3am in the holidays.
i listen to the same song over and over again sometimes. it drives me crazy.
i copied this idea off reid's blog. he probably hates me now.
i haven't confessed anything very dramatic though.
i don't have the guts for that.
i burn candles and drip wax onto my table. then i scratch it off when it dries.
i lose the lids to my pens. or i chew them up. or both.
i buy child travelcards.
i don't wear a cycle helmet.
i have freckles on my knees.
i spend too much time writing in my blog.

goodnight.
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