Hee. From Reb's Reblog. I loved those books when I was a kid. Ah, memories.

Here's the thing. I've been dithering about writing in here over the past few days (as you can tell) because I'm worrying about whether I come across as bipolar or on drugs or something. Half the time I'm all chirpy and funny, and half the time I'm very depressed and serious. Quite often, I know I can be both in the space of one entry. However, I've decided that this is just down to the stream of consciousness nature of my diary. That's how it is, and that's how I want it to be. I don't want to tie myself down by writing in just one style, just the same as I don't only listen to one type of music or dress in one particular way. Diaries that do showcase one style only work very well, of course, but I don't want mine to be like that. Maybe 'style' isn't a very good word for it, it's more like a mood. Anyway. There's a little introduction for anyone reading this for the first time, god help you.

Introspection/paranoia aside - this'll gross you out. (Not much, because one of my hang-ups involves toilet humour and discussion of bodily fluids. I run around the living room flinging cushions around in a desperate search for the remote whenever Tom Green comes on TV. Child choirs are no longer Satan incarnate as far as I'm concerned - he is.) My friend already has one kitten. She was planning to get another one, and had him all picked out and everything, but she had to wait until they were ready to leave their mother. Perfectly reasonable. Now it turns out that she can't have the kitten because it died yesterday. Why did it die? This girl had known it was infested with fleas and had done nothing about it, and the little thing had basically had its blood sucked dry by them. This creeped me out quite a lot - how could she allow that to happen? I just don't get it at all.

I'm not a vegetarian and I don't intend to become one, but even so I liem to think I care about animals quite a lot. I suppose plenty of people would tell me I clearly don't give a shit about them, if I'm willing to cook and eat their dead bodies.

Hmm.

Six Feet Under is very very good and should be mandatory viewing for all intelligent people with access to a television set, of which there are many, I believe.

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