Someone has stolen our lovely earth weather and replaced it with Venusian wind storms. Or at least that’s how it seems from where I am sitting. It’s minging outside. It mings. It’s mingtonto.
Also minging is the fact that it’s Monday. On a further mingous note, I am also being battered over the head from every angle by the demands of the project I am working on. This also is reminiscent of ming.
The only thing not minging is my iPod which has some lovely Frost* tunes belting out of it as I type this. I will be back later if I encounter anything else mingomatic.
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