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minervasoloAt 12:30 AM last night, the church bells rang 12. I'm lying in bed thinking 'wtf?'. I think they rang that half hour at 1, but I was too close to being asleep then to check.
It really reminded me of a stroy tape I use to listen to when i was about 3, where I clock struck 13 a midnight and smomething happened (the sun came up or the little wooden man who hit the bell came to life or the bat suddenly wanted to go on an adventure... it was a long time ago, i don't remember). The things is, it was the first part of a long story, but we bought the tape at a car boot sale, so night after night I would hear the beginning to of the story, but I still have absolutely not idea what happened.
We also had a tape about poogles. there is a reason you don't buy story tapes at car boot sales. wtf are poogles?
"when were the decision made, we don't remember making?" - it's a line from one of the poems I had to do for GCSE. It sums up how I felt this morning when i realised I could pinpoint my sexuality with relative accuracy, and was comfortable with it. Maybe, say, a fortnight ago, I couldn't have. A week ago, I don't know. I have absolutely no idea when this happened.
"How bizzare" - to quote one of my favourite songs ^_^
It really reminded me of a stroy tape I use to listen to when i was about 3, where I clock struck 13 a midnight and smomething happened (the sun came up or the little wooden man who hit the bell came to life or the bat suddenly wanted to go on an adventure... it was a long time ago, i don't remember). The things is, it was the first part of a long story, but we bought the tape at a car boot sale, so night after night I would hear the beginning to of the story, but I still have absolutely not idea what happened.
We also had a tape about poogles. there is a reason you don't buy story tapes at car boot sales. wtf are poogles?
"when were the decision made, we don't remember making?" - it's a line from one of the poems I had to do for GCSE. It sums up how I felt this morning when i realised I could pinpoint my sexuality with relative accuracy, and was comfortable with it. Maybe, say, a fortnight ago, I couldn't have. A week ago, I don't know. I have absolutely no idea when this happened.
"How bizzare" - to quote one of my favourite songs ^_^
