I know I'm dirty but I just can't listen to that "yummi, yummy, yummi I got love in my tummy" song without thinking about the whole spit or swallow thing. Sorry.
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My mother is listening to some CD with coversongs. Old songs. It's repulsive and fascinating at the same time. You can't deny the catchy melodies and historical gravity of the songs. But at the same time it's sounds like they're done by your neighbour's son's party band.

But that's not important right now.

I'm so tired. I can't stop yawning. Seriously. I have just yawned 10 times in a row and it keeps coming. Any minute now some lion tamer is going to come and try to stick his head in my mouth.

I take comfort in the fact that mini-vacation is almost here. Just have to get through tomorrow. We did gardening today. Rough on the old shoulders. But soon I can sleep. Rest my weary head and reload. I'm a spent bullet.

My mother's brother stopped by today. With his new wife. They called and said they might be coming by. And then a minute later they were knocking on our door. I guess that's cute and all. Just not handy for me. I don't like visitors. And I don't like surprise visits. But I survived. People still make me nervous. Especially when I have no choice, nowhere to hide. I wish I had some sort of camouflage shield. Like the Predator. Flick a switch and blend in with the background. That would be handy. I could take the people contact in small doses. And I could spy on everyone. I could be a superhero. More so. I wish my glasses had x-ray vision too. And that my bike wasn't flat.

Best quote of the day: "sometimes you wish you could put a banana in your mother's mouth, right?". Said by my uncle. I was sitting at the computer, busy typing. And my mother started asking if I was talking to my dutch girl. Hehe. My uncle seemed to understand that I was a little too self-conscious to start discussing my love life with the whole family. I should just give them the address to my diary so they can read all about it for themselves. Hahahaha. Oh that's not really funny. When you're paranoid.

And just because you're paranoid doesn't mean America isn't out to get you.

Not to make light of the war or anything. I miss that guy though. If they had taken my suggestion and done the war as performance art instead of combat he would truly have become a star. Now he's probably lying dead somewhere. Along with lots and lots of other people. Not to make light out of anything.

Life is not a joke. Death is not the punchline. It's not even funny.

Moving on. The last 4 minutes of Mew's Comforting Sounds is pure brilliance. I like Danish music at the moment. Mew. Saybia. Kashmir. Carpark North (even though I've only heard one of their songs hehe). The Raveonettes. Y'all oughta check 'em out. If you get the chance. I wonder what happened to Tina Dickow. My old classmate. Last I heard she was in England. I hope she's still in music. Living the dream.

It really is too bad that live music is shut down by copyright laws. I have a feeling I would be a really, really big fan of Mew if I could get some concerts to listen to. I just can't fathom the reasoning behind refusing the amazing free promotion that lies in fans sharing live concerts. Oh well. Maybe I'll buy their CD anyway. Some time. I think they deserve a chance. Comforting Sounds is kickass. And I mean that in a respecful middleaged way.

And now I'm off to see the queen. Off with my head now, off with my head.

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