A day in the life of a private detective. In the middle of town, in a five-storey walk-up, a private detective lives by herself. She has good taste, anyone can see. Yellow silk blouses, Shanghai Tang. Handbags shaped like a teapot, self-made. A smooth mahogany claw, accidental. In the morning, she sits at the kitchen table smoking basil leaf cheroots. In the evening, she slow dances at her balcony. This entry was posted in Fiction. Good music to draw to. Good drawing to listen to.

Due to an unfortunate unpleasantness, this journal is now mostly Friends Only. I posted this on FB but not everybody there is here, and it was just too funny. My son brought in the detergent from the grocery trip last week. Occasionally we give the cats a treat of people food. They especially love chicken, which is the best of all the birds.

Upgrade to paid account! When you know that my heart is in a pretty disorder. And you should know that in my heart you fill every corner. Can anyone say ugos? MEME DOES YOUR NAME FIT YOU? KstEW yes that is meant to be witty. Artemis fowl and the time paradox. Two and a half men. Haha was reading some retarded article about twilight and girls only liking robert pattinson because of sexual oppression but the real gem was this.

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