March 8th, 2006

Carravaggio

live and let die

"Oh my God, look, that poster behind you!" And as I slowly turn around ...my alarm goes off. Damn it, I hate it when my dreams end in bloody cliffhangers. Now I'll never know the answer to life, the universe and everything.

And I was supposed to have an early night, on account of feeling wretched yesterday. The pr0n in the park helped, but when I came back, two zealously and cultishly thin people decided to stage another fat intrevention. I can only assume that they were being cruel to be kind from the most honourable of motives, but they just made me very, very upset and instead of waddling all the way across town in search of elusive magazines and missing dinner, I went home early and comfort ate like crazy. So that worked. There's no live and let live any more.
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