According to the Celtic Zodiac, I am a Hawthorn.
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The daily adventures of a fabulous poof in an emotional jungle. Watch as imagination, fact and fiction blur into an insane life dependent on outrageousness and an occasional venomous jibe.
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- A page from the diary
- All that you can't leave behind
- An old salty sailor abroad
- Angsty
- At the mad tea party
- Best you've ever seen
- Blah blah blah...
- Blog of Rand
- Brian Taylor
- CECG&B
- Conortje
- Daddy or chips?
- David's daily dramas
- David's tangled thoughts
- De Viris Pulchris et Aliis
- Destination Scotland
- Diary of an old cheeser
- Dispatches from an MFA seeking writer
- Gay Sky Hooker
- Kapitano
- Lost in London
- Make your own kind of music
- Matty's bit of space
- Moncrief Speaks
- My ramblings
- Petite Flower
- PM
- Slice Me Nice
- So hip it hurts
- Spirit of Saint Lewis
- Story Of The Turtle
- The Cornjob Memorial Library
- The girl with the golden mind
- The Project 76 Blog
- Torchwood
- Ucallmemadam
- Voix de Michèle
- Vulgar Junya
- Wells Alternative Carnival
- Zona Boy
- マンコの病的探検記
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- Evening
- Old
- Tiramisu
- Nuts
- Blog of the day
- Her sister-in-law is, "...a control freak."
- Will she survive?
- La Terremoto de Alcorcón
- Developing
- The postman, he delivers!
- Rumours Of Whores
- I should be so lucky
- Jackie
- Gimme quotes
- Linda
- 100
- Crochet
- You Send It
- Postcards
- Ready?
- Scarlet (part III)
- Japan
- Scarlet (part II)
- Fire!
- Scarlet
- Separated at birth?
- Old
- I've never been to Fib Sunday
- Comings and goings
- More Rumours Of Whores
- Se7en
- We'll find a new way of living!
- Gold
- Macho
- Fisting
- Tokyo
- Celtic
- Ketzal
- Crap
- Rumours Of Whores
- ...And he was gone
- Email madness
- Brian
- Italian for beginners
- Fib Sunday, Fib Sunday, ridicule is nothing to be ...
- Hat
- I can see drunk people
- Sete
- I'm so excited (I could vomit) - CD cover
- Little Miss Sunshine
- She was only six
- Eddie Mair's blog
- 34
- How to guide: chav
- Sweeney Todd
- Food
- A letter from a Mother
- Colites
- 50
- Alive
- Reading while falling
- The night
- Islamic terrorists
- I murdered a phone because the voices told me to!
- T-shirt
- Man-bag
- Blog of the day
- Moncreif's meme
- From Edinburgh to Glasgow
- Thought for the day
- Oily
- Mobile/egg/brain
- Caption Caveman
- Parsley, sage, Fib Sunday and thyme!
- Last night and today
- He's here!
- Lex Haiku Rand
- Arriving!
- Train
- Landed
- Flying!
- Leaving!
- Blow by blow
- Competition time
- Beckham
- Link of the day
- Poor Reg
- Photoshop
- Will Young news
- Dannii and Sarah
- Who is it?
- Age 7
- Airport chaos
- In the night
- Change my name
- Burning!
- Photographs
- 10/Scotland
- Small world
- Dannii and the doll
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12 comments:
I'm a Birch. But I knew that already, because people keep telling me. "You're a complete and utter Birch".
ROFL!
Of course! I had to take another one well in the middle of my face: I'm a Willow! I WAS going to read, but a word stroke as a lightning: female forces... bla, bla, bla...
There's nothing I can do about it: I am what I am. (Where did I hear this before?... OmG!!! No!)
I'm Ivy: pushy, clingy and choking.
Hmmf.
The Holly. That's cool because I'm trying to bang a girl named Holly
bang is yank for shag
I'm an Ivy, too.
But which of the other 'signs' am I compatible with? I'm single and need straws to clutch at, dammit!
Bang is a good word.
I'm a Hawthorn. We learned about this in school, many, many years ago and I remember those of us who were Hawthorn, Oak or Ash, felt like we were more important than the rest of the pupils. How silly eh.
Rowan. I went to high school with a guy named Rowan. ( what a pillock.) Anyway a very powerful tree, apparently.
I'm an Oak! This is fascinating, Minge. Thanks for posting!
Lookee here.
I am straight.
I am a gurl.
I am a mum.
I am a born again yankee American
and I am a Reed.
The only one here! WEEEEEEEEEEE
The Celtic festival of Samhain was a time when doors were opened between the natural and supernatural worlds. For the Celts, this was the most important celebration of the entire year since it officially marked the beginning of Winter as well as the beginning of the Celtic New Year. In this illustration, Pluto, God of the Underworld, resides in a subterranean cavern where he guards the four treasures that the Celtic people inherited from the Tuatha Danaan...a race of immortals who became their Gods.
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