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If someone could undress me and put me in bed I'd be very grateful (again). And give the cat some biscuits. *oh so slightly drunk* Actually, the placated cat is far more important.

Now where is that light switch?


On to the features.









I'm sure I had some overwhelmingly important question.

I don't know why I bought it.
I guess on the CD cover she reminded me of someone.


Point is, if you want this only played once CD: Little Boots - Hands, I'll send it to you for free!!!!


OMG. Human League? WTF?


In case maybe more than one person wants this, and I wouldn't know why, for a tie breaker;

Please tell me how stupid I am.

It's not working and I can't fix it.

To be honest I cannot see the point anymore.

Why try to take that last breath before I go under?


Why start now?


Look at the clock. It's late and there's no way in.

It is just how it is. Accept it and sit still. Be quiet.




I wish I could be broken down for parts.

My bedroom is full of insects.


Quite a few years back I used to have quite an aversion to horror films, the dark, and everything related When I was a kid I was terrified of ghosts, and had nightmares about them all the time. And they were shit scary, let me tell you. Nothing like being dragged through the air to see your dead grandmother in the bedroom right beside you to wake you up stuck to the ceiling.

You think you grow out of these things, but really you lose the stimulus as a child that caused you to fear them. I no longer believed in ghosts as a teenager, but I found out I was still very jumpy. Not that jumpy is a bad thing. It's a natural response to real or imagined danger(remember the imagined part, it's important). Like when the friend of a friend at school kept flicking their fingers at your eye

"Made you flinch!" Yeh well, I hope he stood still when people were swinging at him too.

Soo, to overcome this I used to sit downstairs in the dark, or just sit with my eyes closed in a corridor, top landing, in a bedroom, that kind of thing. Normally my own room sadly. But that got me through it. I was no longer jumpy at imagined dangers, which are just something your mind creates, like a yapping terrier, then your body, like a great daft newfoundland, follows suit.

So often I, out of a new habit, sit with the blinds pulled back, window open at night. Except near the end of summer. I never do that.

But I did do that.

My room is full of insects. I had to turn the light off just now. I saw something in my waste paper basket rustling things about. The noise made me think it was some small rodent, but no, it was a moth. A bloody huge moth. And let me tel you, for a creature born with wings they are fucking terrible at flying. This small passenger
aircraft sized Heterocera was head butting everything in sight, till it eventually tried to invade my ear, making me laugh, spasm, and turn the light off, open the window to let it out and...

...all the little insects came in ^.^ I now have at least 3 new deviant art emotes crawling across my monitor like some 3d screensaver.

Can't hate the moth though. I mean, without moths there would be no silk, and it wasn't this big [link] so I pretty much lucked out.

Oh. Right. Pictures.

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tomorrow i'll add them *sleep*