Molecular Biology and Genetics is my game, writing weirds stories is just my hobby, but I’m good at both!

Living life as an awesomely open gay man in Hertfordshire England and studying the above (former) at Uni.

  • Age: 28
  • Joined: January 2008

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Don't I Care, Just So Bloody Much.

Don’t I care, just so bloody much, about those things that you never shut up about.
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Blog Blog Blog Blog *sob*

http://theyappingbunnyman.blogspot.com/ / So yeah, I’ve started a blog. It is going to be a music oriented blog. Check it out, if you want.
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Under Darkened Skies She Comes Alive, A Child Divided Between The Heavens And The After-birth of Miss Infanticide.

It’s easy to be bored. / This one goes out to the one I love. Eugh, REM bore me so. / [Video]
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And so begins...

And so begins another day of being lifeless and pathetic. I really should find something to do…
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