Day 21 Welcome to the Hotel California
I’ve never had a tattoo. It’s not that I don’t like them, I do, a lot. I even moved in with a bloke once because
Continue reading »I’ve never had a tattoo. It’s not that I don’t like them, I do, a lot. I even moved in with a bloke once because
Continue reading »I know when I’ve had a drink, I might try and post on your profile babe, maybe have a little chat – even try and
Continue reading »Facebook, dear Facebook, I’ve missed you so bad, I just keeping thinking Of those great times we had, I made you a cake, It’s not
Continue reading »I have discussed with various friends from Facebook about the difference between real and virtual relationships. Friends that are fully committed to the virtual world
Continue reading »Just around the corner from where I live is a house that has regular parties for swingers, people come from miles around for a night
Continue reading »When I first joined Facebook I put up some photos of me; I think I chose three or four taken either that year or from
Continue reading »Last night I was accused of cheating because I’ve not permanently deleted my Facebook account, and it’s not the first time I’ve been labelled a
Continue reading »Since I quit Facebook I’ve been to London quite a lot, and, apart from the heady tincture of tramp that wafted towards me when I
Continue reading »Someone asked me recently to come back to Facebook, and I explained that I couldn’t as having left the party and slammed the door loud
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