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February 23, 2014


Valery Valentina

oh, adulthood. And the ostrich, like fear, may not be the wisest counsel, although very discreet.

The other day, thanks to a flat tire, I found myself in the metro. A man across from me had his zip (fly?) open. I didn't want to attract too much attention to it, so promised myself I would say something in passing when leaving the metro. But when the doors opened on the other side I forgot...


I have a secret passion for ostriches. Oh dear...I've said too much.

It does seem like your life goes in feast and, well, not exactly famine, maybe noveau cuisine? cycles. I hope all of this STUFF is fulfilling and fun. I look forward to hearing about the moral dilemma. My favorite part of the sunday paper is the "social Qs" column, where pople ask about these kinds of prickly things.


Ostriches always look so fantastically cranky.

Glad to hear your mother is still improving!


"What kind of world do we live in, where a man would take another man's battle ostrich?"


Ooh, May, I didn't realise you were a fan too! LOVE IT.

You're flipping brilliant, so you are.

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