This, too ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \"Drunk and pre-victorian? That isn't you already?\" I am in an awfully bad mood, tonight. I don't really know why. It's as if I were seriously over-tired and stressed, but I don't see why that would be the case. I've just eaten and had a nice cuppa while sat around reading Zola. I rather feel like crying without knowing why. I used to feel like crying a lot, but usually I had a reason, or so I'd think. I don't know. Hm, maybe I need a drink. (OH MY! DECLAN CURRY IS AT THE BUS STATION! Heehee, everybody loves that little guy. Way to read part of the news, man!) Somebody just called me by name and said something about how long its been since last they saw me, before continuing their journey through my home. Yeah. Who was that? Oh, damn it. I had forgotten how much I dislike summer. Not another one. Back, damn it, you're not welcome up here. It steals my energy, you know. Sexus Penis Erectus - six standing pineapples says: Answering questions is fun, sometimes. Hm. I have intended to sit here, reading things until I can back up my feeling that private property is not a right and also better understand the difference between property and possession in various historical circumstances, with music of the Dirty Three/Godspeed You! Black Emperor sort et cetera, sipping vodka in no kind of a rush. I'm pretty sure that I've been at this for only half an hour, and I've just finished my third tumbler. ...Communism is thirsty work. "Wait, just because I sit with crossed-legs and lift my little finger when knocking-back my vodka and lemonade doesn't mean I'm gay!" We'll just not mention the indie-Kylie-heavy soundtrack.
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