It just beats a fourteen hour shift and serving hundreds of breakfasts.
I'm getting too old for this shit.
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Mr Nobody/28/London
The Life Of A Nobody
It was always a gamble being me. Wanting to strike out on my own but not quite far enough to make an impact in anything but my own life and the subsequent crater I always fall down.
This is the journal come confessional of a man that nobody knows. If we play the percentage game then only one person has known a near majority percentage about me and this represents the rest and more. Bear with me as its an amalgamation, typed from scraps of paper, battered books and half/started half finished ideas. It is the veritable scrapbook of my mind and will take a while to complete.
The Archive Of Mr Nobody
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2010
(2)
- ► April 25 - May 2 (1)
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2009
(13)
- ► June 28 - July 5 (1)
- ► June 7 - June 14 (2)
- ► April 26 - May 3 (1)
- ► March 29 - April 5 (2)
- ► March 22 - March 29 (1)
- ► March 1 - March 8 (1)
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2008
(43)
- ► May 18 - May 25 (2)
- ► May 11 - May 18 (5)
- ► April 20 - April 27 (1)
- ► April 6 - April 13 (2)
- ► March 23 - March 30 (4)
- ► March 16 - March 23 (1)
- ► March 9 - March 16 (3)
- ► March 2 - March 9 (4)
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2007
(9)
- ► July 22 - July 29 (1)
- ► July 15 - July 22 (2)
- ► June 17 - June 24 (1)
- ► June 10 - June 17 (2)
- ► May 13 - May 20 (1)
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