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November 2018: On with the show 🌻

Spring is now in its tail end and I need to resume employment and resume normal life. Whether I also need to move on and settle for a less detached woman depends on you, but know that ‘happily single’ is an oxymoron to me and the clock is ticking..

Outing #53: Forwards we go? 🍎

We’ve just been over to the new neighbours place, another young chick who has been abandoned by another badly matched male she shouldn’t have bred with, so she and her toddler are discovering the utopia of single parent living.

Outing #48: And another

I grow attached to a dead parrot that’s slowly decomposing, a cleaning of Junction 142 of junkie filth, no visit to the rainfirest in over two weeks now and an ever expanding collection of attractive female friends sees me finally not so nervous talking to beautiful women which was all I ever really needed to do to begin with,

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Outing #43: Back to the bush

Thanks to the women at the pharmacy, I’ve got a tin of shortbread biscuits to stop me eating moths for tonight, and thank you Michele – best ex I’ve ever had.

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Tonight’s dinner in its entirety

That’s right – the whole 1kg 6-pack and no bullshit filler. Third night in a row I’ve eaten nothing but meet and I’m not even close to stick of it yet. Probably something to do with the gross lack of nutritional intake of iron. I’ll wait until it hits room temperature to cook it. Later […]

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