I am weak, yet strong. I can resist, but i can't. I want to, yet i can't. I need to, but i shouldn't. Nothing makes sense anymore. Gah. I'm not making sense, i should just shut up, vair good idea.
On monday i was an hour (and a lil bit more) late for my library volunteer work. But, it wasn't my fault, i had been playing Transformmice, and just kinda lost track of time :D I don't understand WoW, but i like it. I don't understand much, so it's ok.
The rumours are true, i like dressing vegetables up as Elvis and putting them in my bed, especially carrots.... I got checked out my postman earlier, he looked at me, then winked, i felt special, he was in post van.
I am wearing socks with sandals.
It's okay.
I am not dying, or have a wish to die.
I have dicussed the situation with the sandal pixies, and they say it's okay. I'm only wearing it indoors to test out the sandals. I mean, i am not a old man.
I AM AN OLD WOMAN.
Went shopping earlier. We now have both cookie dough and phish food (ben and jerry ILY) in the freezer. I am not willing to share, unless you can make some sort of arrangement with me involving either nudity or hello kitty, maybe even both, but it's still really unlikely.
But go to Waitrose, 2 for a fiver on all Ben and Jerrys :D
I'm looking forward to next week less than originally. It's a week away and i know i won't be good enough, etc etc.
'Die, die, die my darling
Don't utter a single word
Die, die, die my darling
Just shut your pretty mouth
I'll be seeing you again
I'll be seeing you in Hell'
My hands smell cheesy.
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