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half formed thoughts

I've just read over a bunch of my posts only to discover really wonky sentence structure, words missed out and really poor spelling. I apologise. I think from now I am going to plan things a bit better. I am also aware that I sometimes, if not often, speak half formed thoughts which should not be the case if I am planning my posts. I wish I could plan what I am going to say in real life. It seems to have been a thing for as long as I can remember, getting so excited about something that I haven't fully worked through.

Ok, now I have a wierd thing. One of you dear readers comes to my blog via Proxify.com, which is a thing that hides your url (for people like me who had to find out). I am wondering why you would hide. I have been trying to figure it out and I have come up with a few options. K, you are a govermental organisation watching me,you are someone famous, you are publisher offering me a book deal (ha, ha, considering the way I write), you are a successful blogger, you are someone I know who doesn't want me to know you are reading my stuff, either way I am curious.

Ok, that's about it until next time.
Philippa
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  1. K7 April 2011 at 09:32

    Sorry, can’t offer you a book deal. Proxify is just used as a ten day protest against the government in Norway on passing a legislative on the Data Retention Directive ;)

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