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3 days without paper is terrible;
Fortunately it was only 1
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I can look at a man and decide if he’s good-looking or not;
Until my female acquaintances tell me otherwise
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I'm unbelievably thick.
skinned
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When it comes to dancing, I'm pleased to say I don't have 2 left feet.
I have 3.
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I found the idea of the Stalin Skyscrapers fascinating;
I like broad brush strokes as well as minutiae.
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When I arrived in Russia, I found most of my underwear was missing;
This still concerns me.
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I don’t get the whole “drink” culture. Yeah, I’ve been stupid on purpose, or just plain stupid, but I like milk or fruit juice: it tastes nice and quenches your thirst.
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When I’m drunk I act like a 3 year old, or get hyper analytical and want to talk about meaning of life stuff.
So no different from sober, then.
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I adore quick-witted repartee: it’s as though each person takes something from the other’s last comment and simultaneously gives something back to continue the dance; and it’s a joy to behold.
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Still shy; still working on it.
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I don’t believe in love at first sight;
The Lecher’s Excuse.
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Sometimes you just have to stop worrying about your expanding waistline;
And wear bigger pants.
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For the record, London is NOT England;
And I hate the place: full of disingenuous, self-serving, ambitious arseholes.
In my opinion anyway.
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I used to have ambition of that kind, I think;
But the idea of treading on someone I liked didn’t appeal
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Education without thought is brainwashing;
I like my dirt
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I can’t stand lawyers; doesn’t everyone? Even lawyers.
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I can’t stand politicians: they haven’t lost the argument, they’ve killed it.
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I am everyone’s equal; but no-one’s
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Love handles. What am I? A bag?!
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I know myself better than anyone;
Even my shrink;
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I had my handwriting analysed once;
Fortunately I had gone by the time the police arrived.
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Someone asked me once what my worst attribute was. I wanted to give the best, right answer so I said “I come second too often”.

They frowned, so I thought a bit and changed it to “I think too much.”

Not only do I analyse what I say as I say it and analyse the situation and that surrounding it (and so on), but there is also the shadow me that stands behind me and watches, and the one behind that, etc.

Yes. I think too much. But the right answer’s still the first.
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I’ve started to appreciate French and Spanish music more.
German still sucks.
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I like to look at simple, ordinary things that others take for granted and see what they say to me. Usually, “J-, you’re a loon.”
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I like to see the small differences between places and people, the colours of post boxes, for example. They add to my perception 1 degree at a time. 360 in latitude, 360 in longitude and I’ll have been round once.
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The Russian for “never” is “Nikagda” (literally, “no when”).
Can you feel the way it shapes your perceptions, isolates, creates a space within?
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I have abominable social skills;
I’m grateful for those with the grace to make up for my deficiencies.
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I like to trust my intuition.
Sometimes, however, my brain does a 180 and I get things completely wrong.
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I have a “thing” about being able to “look at myself in the mirror”
Helps with shaving.
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I wonder why I spend so much time with 20 somethings and they with me. Then I remember: They’re young and I’m old.
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I love the endless possible meanings in some phrases and words.
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I’m one of those muppets who believes that you carry the important things around you in your head and your heart.
That, and I can’t work out how to use my camera.
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I often use truisms and, I hope, never platitudes.
If I use the former, I kick myself. You have carte blanche, if the latter.
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This is trite and I’m no Dalai Lama fan, but I like it.
I know that come the end of my days, I’ll have learned much but know nothing.
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When the occasion demands, I like to ask this:
“Are you asking me, or telling yourself?”
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I like to describe myself as “Tall, dark and 2 out of 3 ain’t bad”.
I like ice-cream, too.
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Grannies like me too.
But they have thick glasses and only come up to my knee, so...
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I believe that men don’t choose women, it’s the other way around.
…damn!
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I’m dichotomous.
But I’m seeing the doctor tomorrow about that.
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I see people from inside out and outside in simultaneously;
The hospital have asked for their x-ray machine back.
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Someone told me that the non-British don’t get sarcasm.
Someone told me that the non-British don’t get sarcasm
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Flirting should be made compulsory in school. I love a good flirt. Someone who’s so good that even if you’re not, provided you know your limitations and let them take the lead, you know you’re gonna have a good time. Everyone feels fantastic when they flirt and it doesn’t have to be suggestive or even remotely phallic. It just depends on tone of voice and a shared understanding of the subtlety of the situation.
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I don't care what you think of me
Provided you give it some consideration
And that includes prejudice, preconception, and just plain laziness.
If I can face myself: I can face you.
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A pretty face beats a good-looking one any day. Especially if it has good eyes. There’s a softness and a fascination about it that captivates anew each day, each moment. And it ages better and keeps its lustre. “Time’s gentle caress, Her tousled tresses cast upon her face.” Hmmm....Needs work. Off you go!
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It’s taken me a very long time to appreciate intelligence as a quality. Probably even only just this year. To those who possess it, who work with it (through education or otherwise)…thank you.