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hello, blogworld.

umbrella country.

Waking up to grey pregnant clouds is one of my favourite morning surprises.
Not only does it remind me why I hate Rihanna so much, but it gives me the joy of seeing umbrella armed troops marching down the streets. I can stare at the colourful vibrations of each pedestrian for hours. How practical is this?

Currently listening to Bowsprit by Balmorhea, eating buttered toast, and turning absolutely everything into hyperlinks.

Conjoined at the head.

So here we are. A siamese twin of a blog -with many sentences pulling the strings in conflicting directions and creating confusion.
Are we conjoined at the head? Are we conjoined at the Interweb? Webbed head?