I am a girl mostly. I go by many names, but never my own. I like to assume this is because I am multifaceted and interesting. I suspect it is because I am bullied and taken advantage of by the tall of this world. There are a number of things I would like to do with my [short] time on this planet of yours. Some more valid than others… like my desire to adopt a three-legged cat, that will bring me both pleasure and pain when I look at it.Breaks. My. Heart.
Much of my insides have changed in the past three years and I wish to get around to displaying these on the outside at some point. [Note: this does not mean I plan to gut myself and assemble an organ display with brown parcel string and sellotape.] Time is spent thinking. And writing. And thinking about writing. Other time is spent salivating. And eating. And salivating whilst eating.
I like to have something to look after at all times, it makes me feel useful and allows me to think of new nice things to do for people/animals/potted plants/inanimate shreds of paper. By the time I am an older Flic, I wish to have travelled to all the places I can’t remove from my daily thoughts and done all the dangerous things that make me want to cream myself [in a good way, what other way is there]. I also wish to own a snowboard and be a regular user of it. Having some work published/broadcast would be fairly pleasant but if this never occurs, I will appreciate having something to aim for. ETERNALLY. Damn it.
I am looking forward to the day when my bodily energy catches up with my mind. And the day I meet someone who wants to run away and play for a while, maybe a long time. Don’t worry, I will look after you. And also the day when I am happy to be still again. That’s when I will get my eight-hob stainless steel super duper oven with hood and self-sharpening kitchen knives, get good at DIY, choose paint and FINALLY get a vegetable patch. Only then, will I die a happy midget.
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I AM RATHER FOND OF EDWARD MONKTON, STOOPID CARTOONS AND RUBBISH STICK MEN...
Perhaps when I am a grown up I too will spend my days drawing silly pictures and jellymen AND get paid for it, whilst being adored by equally silly human beans and unstable people.
THINGS TO DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME; FLIC RECOMMENDATIONS...
I am a great believer in the wise riddles of Jonathan Cainer, astrologer to the intelligent... you too can check out his bearded wiseness daily at www.cainer.com and revel in its accurateness. And know this: What Cainer says goes.
KING CAINER: RECENTLY BEARDED ========
Watch Mary Poppins and remember just how shiny the boys forehead is, whilst marvelling at how much the mother's voice sounds like Cerys from Catatonia.
Note, through your tiredness, just how big quality late night entertainment programme 'Quizmania's' blonde female presenters' eyes are. Though your calls to win much needed money and rid the phonelines of STUPID members of the public (eg. "Name an animal you find in a zoo" - caller one: "a cow", caller two: "Richard Attenborough") will ALWAYS be unsuccessful, you can rest safe in the knowledge that you have witnessed the biggest peepers since Audrey Tatou.
I heart this scene [and the film in general] more than most things in the entire world...
