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I don't want your money honey
I want your love
I don't want your car baby
I want your aahhh!
I don't need your friends
They don't need a mention
I just want your love
And all of your attention
I don't want your money, I want your love
I don't want your car, I want your aahhh!
I want your your love

I have an urge. An urge to write a HUGE long wiffle post. But for the life of me, I can't think what I want to write. My mood appears to have settled into a sort of average of all the various moods assaulting my brain at the moment, so I'm sort of blah, rather than happy or sad.

Actually thinking about my mood right now, I don't think I could even catergorise all the moods I feeling. There is definitely happiness, but also sadness and annoyance. It's not helped by the stuff I can't even put into words. Anyway - rather than wiffling on about my crazy emotions, I think I shall do a typical dull "what i've done recently" post.

Um...well I did some work. cryx came over for dinner (yummy spag bol). Then I re-arranged the furniture in the spare room - the bed is surprisingly badly put together, but I guess I should have realised that given the rest of the DIY the previous owners had done. Getting in to work today (and getting home yesterday) has been crap cos of all the wind. It's like cycling through custard. Very very thick custard.

I have decided that I need to work on toning my upper body to match my lower body. I shall have to see if my sit-up doodah is still usable (I've probably lost lots of bits of it), or I might have to get a new one.




I'm amazed that you know how it feels to cycle through custard...
Herm, he once made some sort of comment about feeling like he was wearing a barbed wire jockstrap or some such, which is wrong on 2 counts! [1] how does he know? [2] the mental image of him in such a thing left me wibbling for... a while *grin*

*pout* :)

Bah. Thats not what I said at all. I merely meant I felt very rought (like a barbed wire jockstrap).

I don't know from personal experience - I'm using my imagination. It's like, for example, I've never seen Tim Edwards and Rob H writhe about naked in a vat of maggots, but I don't need to see it to know it would be deeply traumatic. :)

Your imagination scares me...

I can't entirely take credit for that one. That was aided by Rob himself and a few others on #camuk, Steph and Nicola were discussing Rob and Tim together and Rob mentioned maggots...