My camera is f*cked. I am ready to sit down and cry my bloody eyes out. It's going to cost me 150 quid to repair. Its now, new, worth less than half that. If they even make them anymore. I can't afford another one. I can't afford to get it fixed. I can't afford to live without it. And i think i severed a muscle in my neck trying to clobber a moerse spider in my bath this morning so now i've got a headache and i'm walking around like i have a pole shoved up my bum.
I'm MISERABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Quick, somebody hug me, or feed me marzipan, or buy me a Nikon D80 and a Caramello Bear)
28 March 2007
Wracked With Woe.
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aw. I feel for you. my cameras are my babies! don't worry...you'll get a new one somehow. maybe a kind blog reader will help you out...?
BIG HUG and a slap on the bum.
Like they do in the movies.
Know why things are going screwy? Because Mars is in retrograde. Really. Things are going pear-shaped all around the globe. March is nearly over.
I wouldn't be able to cope with that. I would be throwing myself in front of the spider and wailing, "Do your worst!!!"
OK, whaty you need to do is run a nice hot bath, throw a whole bunch of bubbles in there. Get your man to pour you champagne, and rub your feet. Only after choping two slices of cucumber for your eyes.
Then he must put on some music and fuck off so you can be alone.
The pole / arse shoving is not such a pretty mental image.
If I was there I'd hug you :-)
betenoir: i have indeed lost a child. does donald trump blog? i should really find out...
mike: ah, just what i needed, a good ol' slap on the bum. i feel like i know you already.
kyk: by the time i realised the severity of the situation, the said arachnid was nothing more than a mangled pile of legs wedged into the treads of my takkie.
phlippy: whilst the sentiment appeals, may i just point out how disgustingly ridiculously single i am? apparently i'm intimidating. and ott. can you imagine??
Noooooooo! [that is like the longest no you have ever heard, like asking a chinese store owner for a discount!] Get a man comma damnit and get him to treat you nice! Make sure he's not British though... Just a note, use it don't use it
Ok, firstly, mug a tourist and steal their camera.
In any case, mugging should make you feel like you're back home **warm fuzzy feeling here**
Take Muppets porno mags hostage and holdout for chocolate ransom.
Pole up the arse hey, well it least you're getting some action!!
Nice idea Revolving Credit. Holding the porno mags hostage that is.
Mark makes the effort and sends GW a virtual Caramello Bear.
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Do they make Marzipan Caramello bears? Might ease the whole "pole up arse" situation.
phlippy, my love: brit man = not happening.
revo: nice thinking! an hour in trafalgar square should do it. as for the 'porno' mags - trading tractors for chocolate?
mark: aaaah, thanks poppet :)
**TGW keels over and dies from a calorie overdose courtesy of everyone's kindness**
**TGW then awakens briefly to reply to lordwiggly, simply because she thinks his name rocks**
lordwiggly: (how wiggly?) genius i tell you, remove pole, replace with CalorieEnema (TM), bingo!
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