I was going to do a different entry, but I fancied talking about body parts.
And the joys of foam rubber and Velcro.
*shudders with anticipation*
I feel it is my duty to let everyone know the joys of said items. Just as I feel it is everyone else?s duty to partake in the communal activity of interchangeable body-part swapping.
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I’m bored, I’m irritable and I want to bite people.
Maybe I’m infectious? Maybe biting people will make them feel worse and me feel better?
Anyone willing to let me test that theory?
I feel ill again.
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Strange.
I feel more like my old self of late.
Ever since I decided to take a week off from keeping my journal, I’ve actually started to enjoy the Internet again.
I didn’t realise what a mental block I was creating for myself by trying to force my journal entries.
Since then, I’ve enjoyed my journal again, I’ve had a whale of a time in the swydm forums… and then it struck me.
I felt free again.
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I really like this song, but I don’t listen to it very often.
It makes me cry.
But I heard it dubbed over a home movie yesterday.
And promptly burst into tears.
*rolls eyes*
I don’t know what it means to other people, but to me it is about the emptiness of being yourself.
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I’m not a fan of poetry, it has to be said. That’s why I almost never comment on any poetry entries in peoples journals.
Poetry tends to leave me quite cold.
I wanted to keep this separate from the previous entry.
I don’t know what it is about that poem that gets me.
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Dulce Et Decorum Est
by Wilfred Owen
First Published in 1921
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
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Not sure why that came to mind, but I’ve been humming it all day.
I have a horrible feeling I know what I’ll be singing all day tomorrow too.
*giggles*
Well before I forget:
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Please Note, the previous two entries are new today too (End of shameless self-plug)
Well I see there are several journal competitions on going at the moment
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Well I didn’t win a house 
There was a competition on TV to win a luxury villa in Florida.
It would have been nice; I’ve never been to Florida before. Heck, I’ve never been out of the country before (and no I don’t count the trip to Ibiza when I was 2, mostly because I don’t even remember it!)
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