Books, Food, My life

100 years later

I realise I haven’t written anything in a very long time. I’ve been quite ill and then I went to see my family and now my family’s come to see me and it’s been just, well, pretty crazy, to be honest. I’m not sure what to even write about. It’s been nagging at me for weeks – why haven’t you posted anything? Are you going to write something yet? Do you not care about writing anymore you fuzzy cow? Well, I still care about writing very much and I want to keep the commitment I made to myself and my blog going, so here I am – still not too sure about what’s going on and what’s going to happen, but we’ll see. One step at a time.

I bought another cookbook today. Told you I have a problem. This one is about indulgent cakes. I’ve only looked through a little bit of it and I’m already absolutely certain it’ll go perfectly with the rest of my collection.

Last night I had a mad action/thriller dream. It had Robin Scherbatsky and her dad in it. Her dad happened to be an evil transformer by the way. There were zombies and shooting and I was a hero but I got shot a little but it was just awesome.

G.

 

P.S How long has it actually been since my last post? I can’t find the publish button anymore. How does it work?!

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2 thoughts on “100 years later”

  1. So weird, Nige said last night wouldn’t it be good if you wrote a book of the stories of your dreams …just for fun…just to see the crazy shit our subconscious is capable of? 😜

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