I don’t have the taste for being fucked off anymore. That was very British of me, thanks for that , Robb!
As I was saying, I’m not hanging around for people who don’t give a fuck. So, adios amigos, sorry to regular readers but I don’t have the time for a bear in my life. I’ve got too much going on to sit on my hands waiting for just a wee spot of sunshine every few months. I’m worthy. Always have been. Always will be.
And for the regular readers, maybe I’ll start a new blog and send out an email.
Night, Tracy
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