Fragile-B-Gone
I just started on this new hair tonic. I think it's definitely putting some strength into my hair.
In the day I write about IT, and here's where everything else goes.
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I just started on this new hair tonic. I think it's definitely putting some strength into my hair.
Preparing for new bookcases this weekend, I did a spring clean of the books that have been in the long-forgotten bottom shelf.
My mum bought this for me when I was little. Maybe she was hinting at something.
And then there were the joke books. I had a lot of these, and I recited what I knew each week to my family, a captive audience in the car during our weekend visits to my grandmother, who lived a good 45 minutes away.
These were cleverly marketed: the next volume came out every week, and you could get them from newsstands. But before I could complete my collection, the distributor went out of business or stopped bringing in the editions, and my collection ground to a halt.
When I was 16, I broke up with my first boyfriend with the textbook line: "I just want to be friends." When my birthday rolled around, he gave me this book.
Retro!
Apologies to my 6-year-old self, but I never did become a spy. "Yes and know", however, is awesome.
