no not at all i just…
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DAMNIT CATO NOT WHEN I’M TYPING!
I resist the temptation to suggest that your memory has been ruined by all those Certain Substances in Amsterdam* … I’ve been dieting for quite a while now, and have consequently declined in size from Alarmingly Vast And Spherical to merely Extra-Large Economy Size.
Thank you for noticing, it makes it seem almost worthwhile. (What would make it really worthwhile, naturally, is if I can slim down enough for loose women to find me desirable.)
*Tulips have been show to have a profound effect on cognitive abilities, especially when they’re in a pot and dropped on someone’s head.
Funny you should say that, I was sadly not allowed to test this theory when I was in Amsterdam, something about them being nice pots and gifts for people and stuff. I was most upset. meh.
fuck me! they let you have a passport?! :eek:
Now, now. Play nicely.
Honestly, I leave you alone for the day, and this is what happens when I get back.
Hmmm, DubDope…
I have a passport, because:
I’m Bad, I’m International!
You’re the man. The man with the encyclopedic knowledge of My Little Pony. 
Yes, I’m bored. However could you tell?
Oh, and they let me out of the country as well.
Well, one way we can tell is that there are 128 posts in this thread so far and 30 of them are yours. Twice as many as anyone else. (Figures correct at time of posting).
Heh.
As if anyone gives a wet slap, I figured out why it was I turned into Avoidant Antisocial No Fun Girl at about 9pm.
PMS.
Let’s all clap hands and wave our arses at the Moon Goddess, boys and girls.
Can I just wave a flag?
Perhaps a flag with a picture of an arse?
That would do fine.
The funny thing is that something as periodic* as PMS can take me by surprise pretty much every time. Ah! 3-4 days of sporadically feeling like either hiding under a rock or hitting things with it, what can that possibly be? General autumnal blah? Recurrence of depression? or… dum dun durrr… sommat hormonal?
My culture hasn’t invented calendars yet. That must be it.
*(dyswidt?)
I think it was W. S. Gilbert who wrote a letter to a railway company beginning:-
"Dear Sir,
Saturday morning, although occurring regularly and at well-foreseen intervals, always seems to take this railway by surprise … "
Oh. Right. Fair enough.
I’ll just sit quietly in this corner now.
I double dog dare you that you cannot sit in the corner quietly.
Mind you, it’s not as if ianzin is exactly a man of few words, either. 
Ianzin really needs to do a show in a pub in galway, organized or not
Now that would be cool!
I’ll bring the nails! Woo! Back stage GalFest.
Can I hammer them in? pleasey pleasey pleasey???
puppy eyes
Tir, if you check your inbox, there’s a picture of you in there.
hee hee! CAT HAT!!! 
Cheers Miller!