Nov. 16th, 2005

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Had a Day of the Dead style nightmare last night. And then when I woke up again this morning for a half a second the clothes dangling off the wardrobe door looked like a man standing in my room. It did, as they say locally "frit the shit outta me"

I don't like zombies. Zombies are like daleks, and possibly cybermen. They look slow and stupid and unable to climb stairs... till they totaly prove you wrong and try to eat your head.

Am now, unsurprisingly, tired and groggy.

*ugh*

Stoopid zombies.
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Dear Yahell-

Suck my metaphorical dick. And while you're at it, quit it with this "slower than a can of treacle in a snowstorm" business. It's a pain in the ass.

Yours hatefully
-LT


Dear Mr Jackman-

Please stop wearing clothes before I'm forced to rip them all off you like Norma appears to be attempting in this photo from Sunset Boulevard. You need to be naked.

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Yours pervily
-LT
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I gotta' say this evening... I am so tired it's not even funny.

Am weighing up the relative pros and cons of going outside to the corner shop and getting some cola. Because I really want cola. But in that same breath it's cold and dark out there and I really can't be fucked to move.


...must attempt not to fall asleep before Lost.


...must attempt not to have any more damn zombie dreams.


...must attempt to remember for any future zombie referance that a Van Helsing is a good addition to the dreamscape as he can first vanquish the zombies then proceed directly to the rampant fornication.


...must stop talking to self and posting pointless blather.
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So I did finally go out and get some cola.

It's really fucking cold out there.


Sky's really clear though (hence the cold) but it does make for a beautiful night...

However it's still only 7:30, it should not feel quite so much like 2am.
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You know what I could do with right now...?

A vacation.

Somewhere. Involving a great deal of stupid behaviour. Like that summer week at the beach. That SO rocked.
Damn November for being so bloody cold and generally antisocial.

*makes the pouty-face*

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