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Change of plans poppets.

Posted 2 years, 9 months ago at 11:03 pm. 0 comments

Just a quick update on my situation!

-Moving to Taringa Saturday.
-Bought bed.
- Without internets for a month starting then. Much love to you all

Win.

Posted 2 years, 9 months ago at 3:55 am. 0 comments

Wooo!!

Just listening to this ’song’ gives me CoB shivers. Man, that concert was soooo good. Alexi <3

Anyway, FatMan found it and now I’m listening to it.

Remember when you ran away
And I got on my knees
And begged you not to leave because I’d go berserk?

Well….

You left me anyhow
And then the days got worse and worse
And now you see I’ve gone completely out of my mind.

And…

They’re coming to take me away, ha-haaaa
They’re coming to take me away
Ho ho, hee hee, ha haaaa
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I’ll be happy to see those nice young men
in their clean white coats
And they’re coming to take me away, ha-haaaa!

You thought it was a joke
And so you laughed. You laughed!
When I had said that losing you
would make me flip my lid

Right?

You know you laughed. I heard you laugh.
You laughed and laughed and laughed
And then you left, but now you know I’m utterly mad.

And…

They’re coming to take me away, ha-haaaa
They’re coming to take me away
Ho ho, hee hee, ha haaaa
To the happy home
With trees and flowers and chirping birds
And basket weavers sit and smile
and twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they’re coming to take me away, ha-haaaa!

I cooked your food, I cleaned your house,
And this is how you pay me back
For all my kind unselfish loving, deeds?

Hah?

Well you just wait, they’ll find you yet,
And when they do
They’ll put you in the A.S.P.C.A., you mangy mutt!

And…

They’re coming to take me away, ha-haaaa
They’re coming to take me away
Ho ho, hee hee, ha haaaa
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I’ll be happy to see those nice young men
in their clean white coats
And they’re coming to take me away, ha-haaaa!
To the happy home
With trees and flowers and chirping birds
And basket weavers sit and smile
and twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they’re coming to take me away, ha-haaaa!
To the funny farm…

Call me overly-enthusiastic about moving house, but I am incredibly eager to leave this place. It’s somewhat relaxing, to be honest, packing all my worldly posessions into battered, medium sized packing boxes and just stacking them up near my door. My room looks empty.

As much as I loathe this house in its current state, I’m going to miss this place- my freaking cold little garage, while really freaking cold, has served me well over the past 10 months. Still, it feels good to be starting over.

While packing this time I decided to be a little more ruthless. When I moved from mums house, I fit everything i possibly could into all the packing boxes I had, and there was still stuff left over at her house. Slowly but surely, I’m throwing things away, things I probably shouldn’t be but am anyway for the sake of being less of a pack-rat.

That said, even though I’m a little sad about leaving- there’s shopping to be done. Call me excessively female, but there’s something about shopping for manchester that makes me a happy girl. I don’t know whether it’s being able to play house and have everything all neat and clean and new, or whether it’s some female part inside of me that longs to enjoy shopping, and is forcing itself out on the most sensible and useful thing available. Either way, w000000 new towels! And Sheets! and doona covers- AND A NEW BOOKCASE AND BED.

Work is fun, too. I’m pleased.