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International History as we are now liable to see it.

WORK IN PROGRESS!

The American Colonies is now listed as single.
April 18, 1775 at 20:24 · Comment · Like

Great Britain thinks some people should know their place!
April 19, 1775 at 03:47 · Comment · Like
Loyalists likes this.
Royaume de France at 23:13 on 28 April
Dickhead.
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India at 10:06 on 29 April
Bummer mate. See you soon, yeah?

The American Colonies, Royaume de France, Spain&COLONIES and Dutch Republic joined the group REVOLUTION: FUCK THE LIMEYS.
April 21, 1775 at 12:18 · Comment · Like

Spain&COLONIES "GOD IS SPANISH"-- yeah baby!
April 19, 1775 at 02:00 · Comment · Like
Portugal likes this.
Great Britain at 23:13 on 28 April
That was last century. Wake up.

The American Colonies changed their name to The United States of Goddamn America!!
August 12, 1776 at 15:27 · Comment · Like

The American Colonies changed their name to The United States of America.
August 13, 1776 at 17:32 · Comment · Like
Royaume de France and Republic of Holland like this.

United States of America > United States of America
Thanks for everything dude. Tu es la goddamn bombe!!
September 3, 1783 at 22:48 · Comment · Like

United States of America > Royaume de France
Posted on my own wall! Silly me. Anyway thanks for everything dude. Tu es la goddamn bombe!!
September 3, 1783 at 22:49 · Comment · Like

Great Britain OK shut up guys. Look our King is INSANE and Handel just died recently. Well fairly recently, but it hit us really hard and you're all being dicks.
December 8, 1785 at 01:24 · Comment · Like
Royaume de France at 23:13 on 28 April
Dickhead.
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Royaume de France at 21:34 on 29 April
Dickhead!!!

Been There, Done That, Messed Around...



Early Saturday afternoon finds me semi-attentively hunched in front of my computer, wearing a star-smattered crown (from finishing exams) and frowning over this as-yet-embryonic attempt at a blog. A brief description of the surrounding chaos offers more of an insight into the last few days than any recounting of events ever could:

-To my left sits a disconcertingly stained Hello Kitty coffee mug, filled two nights ago to (theoretically) ensure a lack of morning vomit. Beside that lies a smashed marzipan duck that I haven't cleaned up yet. It was entrusted to me. Just a little beyond that is the 3/4 kettle I keep having to switch on because it's got cold since the last time I switched it on and forgot to pour myself a drink.

-Underneath my bed to my right are a smattering of newspaper clippings sent to me by my mother (unread-- as yet), a tube of silver-blue glitter, an iron (unused-- as yet), bags for packing and my two jingly charity-shop meditation balls. Atop my bed is a collection of clothes, books, a camera and some cans of fizzy drink. I totally didn't fall asleep on them last night.

-Directly behind me are the majority of the books, papers, panic-notes, bubble-wrap, old food, dirty dishes: anything, in essence, that conforms to the category "other". Like the entire drawer I have consecrated solely to corkscrews. Hey, you never know...

-The floor is sticky beneath my feet, and I have a strong but unconfirmed suspicion that the ceiling is also sticky. The curtains are all closed. I've shoved 7 cushions and a beach ball onto my bookshelf because I no longer have any room in my room. The room which must be cleaned and vacated within four days. No pressure.

Last night represented the third consecutive night of overindulgence in this ongoing orgy of celebration. As such, it was probably the apogee of my socialising, as it represents the farthest from civilised behaviour yet, and (hopefully for my body) a climactic rush of stupidity. I've showered, enjoyed a few minutes of "normal people hair" before becoming a ruddy puffball again, and have now disposed of the chips, houmous and ketchup that I thought would make a good breakfast last night. The poor demented child in my head must've left it on my desk like a cat might a skinned frog. Well, I appreciate the thought.

More to come when I'm not averaging 3 words to the juice carton.


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