cos time is ticking by

Tis ticking time you see? Yae, nay?
Nay. Oookay, moving on.

I haven't actually thought of a plotline to this post, but I have no life, at least not on a sunday morning when I have only slept a maximum of two hours from 5 am....so I'm just doing what I always do which is...(pause for dramatic effect), make it up as I go along. Story of my life.

A very happy unbirthday, to you, to me?

So, here's something great, wanna know a great thing to eat if you have to eat and it needs to be enough to stop you collapsing but like, under 200 cals. Cheerios. Yummy.

I won a tumbling tower game from Orange for topping up. I suppose that's Jenga, right? I love jenga. Purely cos I don't actually play the game, I build little towers and see how high I can make them without them falling over. So fun.

And joyfully time consuming.

Like posting random things on blog sites.

Kind of like I'm doing now...HOWEVER...if you search the cupboard under the bed, you will find a very enlightening meaning behind this post...

I can't, because sadly, I've lost the cupboard but I'm sure you guys must have one somewhere.

HER MIND HAS FLED! Flee it screamed, Flee!

Down the darkened corridors it ran, howling and shrieking and screaming in horror, it's nerves shot to shit and a horrid twisting clasping it in the vice like grip of fear. It turned a corner, descended some stairs, blasted through a load of cobwebs and fell down a hole, which as you may already know, landed it in more darkness with no light whatsoever, and because it was a hole and not a tunnel, there was no light at the end. The walls were smooth, no where to grip, and the hole was deep and empty, except for her mind of course, which meant that there was no possible way to get it out and put it back where it belonged.

But then, perhaps it never belonged there anyway. MaYbE it was put there by mistake? Or maybe it wasn't a mistake at all, but rather the butt of a cosmic joke so that the entire universe could snigger up their sleeves at the pain she felt when it left her all alone.

Anyway, I seem to be 52 cards short of a deck.

of cards.

you know...

the playing cards...

jack, king, queen, ace and numbers 1-9 in hearts, diamonds, clubs and spades.

Why the hell is it called spades, don't even look like spades. and clubs. why isn't it the ace of clovers?!

What if the hokey pokey really IS what it's all about?

then there'd not really be any point in having the eternal philisophical puzzle box of "What is the meaning of life?"

Hokey pokey...possibly...but that doesn't work because there's not really any law of what the hokey pokey actually is, apart from some weird little dance you do as a kid.

ah well.

ok yeah i think it's possibly time for me to stop writing...tis getting a bit deep now...with the whole philisophical puzzle boxes and all and i'm not really in the mood to deal with even one puzzle box...

so yeah

love you lots like jelly tots

toodles

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