Or the records you listened to, obviously. People have talked of death, and of love, and of the stars, and of wanking. But death is what I'm talking about, kids. This might sound weird ("hmm, this sounds weird, I'll delete it") but something which used to drive me up the frigging wall and which still does to a lesser extent is the thought that when you die, assuming there's no afterlife which I do, you're basically unconcious for ever. And the thought of just not knowing anything, not being anything FOR THE REST OF ETERNITY just scared the living shit out of me, and I'm not sure why. Sometimes I used to hate going to sleep just because I would be in that state for a only a few hours. Sorry if I've depressed anyone, but it's not my fault entirely as other people got me thinking about it. Other people being LesleyJo and Archel. Hurry up with that novel. After recovering from the sniffles, glampam did write:
there seems to have been a few changes since I went away, so for the benefit of all of you with short memories, or the recently released from the nursery, I'm really cool and pretty and everyone on the list loves me to bits!!!!
Which, annoyingly enough, is completely true. Damn her pants. Oh, and Helen made us all say "I've got something in my eye" with
some bastard had just run over a cat and not even stopped.
It was a beautiful cat. We moved it to the side of the road so at least it would not have to be re run over. I mean wasn't his death bad enough? We left a note in case the owners were looking for it as it had no collar so we couldn't ring the owners.
Which got me wondering. How did you attach the note to the cat? Did you have to nail it on or something, or did you have a stapler or some sellotape handy? And what did the note say? "If this is your cat then it's dead. Sorry" ? Sorry, I am a cat lover but I also have a strange sense of humour. And Ailsa ranted, as usual:
Sorry, I *always* do this, but I get sick fed up of people being so bloody judgemental about what people look like, what music they listen to, whether they look like Belle and Sebastian fans or not, etc etc. And I've never judged a book by the way it looks, or by the music it listens to (sorry, guess I'll have to leave the Sinister novel to Archel as I can't do metaphors), and I don't like people who do so.
I was going to say something here but couldn't find the right words and probably would have been misinterpreted anyway. So I won't. But what
the hell do I know, eh?
Er, quite a lot actually judging by the 49 (forty nine!) questions you got right on university challenge last night, compared to my thick as pigshit 18. Bloody geniuses. Over to Arantxa:
If Notts. becomes Robin Stout county, it doesn't make me Lady Marian,hey,Alisdair?
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