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As I say, every time I see it... Shooting Fish is the GAYEST FILM EVER.

When one bloke says of his best friend/flatmate... "He has this compulsion to exchange fluids with everyone he meets. It's why we never have pets." What the hell more needs to be said?

And now I own it. God bless charity shops, say I.

*dances around smugly*

Eta: Dylan and Jez. Totally not phallic. Totally.

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I think I've got PMT - everything is making me feel weepy right now. I don't usually PMT majorly, but there's no other reason for this - I'm pretty good at the moment, thanks.

Maybe a little nervous about job.

Maybe a little jealous of Smaller's happy relationship, I guess.

Every now and again I get lonely, c'est la vie. And at the moment LJ has decided not to let me see my f-list, which is making me feel a little more isolated. And the people I want to talk to never seem to be on YM. I guess the answer is to go out into the Real World, find someone to talk to there.

Do I have to?

:)

Nah, I'm okay. It's all good. I just kinda miss reading your journals regularly.