This, too ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Let's go for a walk, then. I am more excited about Eurovision than about my birthday. I'm not wetting my pants over the song contest, I just want to emphasise my shrug as given in answer to what I wanted/what I got/what I'm doing/how it went. I went out, the other day (but not on my birthday, most of which I spent in bed, dreaming about snakes and somebody shouting unhelpful things in kiswahili), and after being acosted by a monk ("Hey! Yeah, I'm actually a monk..." "...I'm actually amazed.") trying to sell me Hare Krishna monk rock, I had a few drinks and was roped into watching some of last year's failed contestants. Then I went home. Birthday saw me gaining five beers and a camera I may never figure out how to use, and my dad gaining a sixteen hundred quid bike. Hm!
Big mallet in the hand, high hat in the same beat Yep, this night would be better if it were Eurovision. I may have to cut this uhming and erming short, because my bladder can't take much more of it. It's sad that my diary is in such a sorry state, eh? Oh, I got some cards that I didn't hate, which was odd. My sister drew a little box on the envelope, across the flap, if you follow me. Next to it, some text read, "An ordinary box" or words to that effect. Opening the envelope revealed a new top to the box, open, and exhibiting a little teddy bear climbing from within. There was written, "A suspicious looking bear!" and I quite liked that. 5:18 a.m. - 2005-05-21 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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