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\"Putting John Prescot in charge of electoral reform is like putting Herod in charge of a maternity ward.\"

Hello, and I am wasting my youth.
Lots of people do that, but I seem to have more of it than they do (I have just suffered birthday the twenty-third, and still people think I am seventeen), and it bothers me that still so much of it passes without fun or ideas.

There are some really fucking ugly spiders in this house.

Right now it is two in the morning, and I want to go for a walk. Thing is, I don't want to go for a walk where I live. I would fall in a ditch or die of boredom.

Does anybody want to make a new template dealy for me, or shall I just reset to some default thing and maybe change it to an uglier colour and stick a randomly selected picture in a randomly selected part of the page?

Yeah, that sounds good.

Big mallet in the hand, hi-hat in the same beat says:
'fternoon
holly la la says:
you always start off our conversations with an apostrophe
Big mallet in the hand, hi-hat in the same beat says:
that's how you know i'm serious

I am trying to figure out what I want, so that I might go and have a look for it, maybe under the bed or in a bottle.

My mind is turned off. Why does this happen? I don't like it, at all. Back on, on! Have some water, have some food, have some sleep, have some fresh air, no good for days or more. It is intensely frustrating.

Does it make any sense for me to say that I feel as if I don't want to say/type anything original/contemplative/witty while I'm like this, because it feels like a waste of time and... I'm not sure, but there's a vague feeling of cheating -I'm not sure who- associated with it. I think... I'm firmly rooted into enduring days until... better... something, where upon I would be allowed to go back to thinking and enjoying. Well, not so much back to enjoying, I was always a miserable child, too.

Gojira-Edira-Mosura*, what the fuck is going on? Ah. Mother is holding a gathering of the atomic-voice-club. I am thinking about asking them to use their indoor voices. Don't actually shout at people standing next to you, in ordinary conversation. You're talking about the cat, not how

Yesterday, I saw a fat kid fall off a skateboard in the middle of the road. It made my day, really.

The day had previously been a bit of a downer, as I was over-charged by the unreasonably pretty cashier at the off-licence, and, at the time, failed to notice. Also, I forgot to buy mixer for my Southern Comfort. I hate her.

*I have decided to try lising Godzilla monsters in lieu of expletives, for a little while. Then I will move on to something else. Also, I will probably still swear a lot. Poppycock. See?

5:18 a.m. - 2005-05-31

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