In which I'm not quite sure I know what my brain is thinking

[kylezy]

So, erm, I posted an entry last night around dawn o'clock and then sometime in the following six hours I woke up from my slumber and deleted it for no memorable reason. And I mean that quite literally, I cannot remember why on earth I'd bother. No alcohol was involved in the decision making process, I'm fairly certain. It just appears no conscious brain power was involved either.

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[kylezy.livejournal.com]

Where ya going, somewhere fancy (because in my head, everywhere in London is swanky)? Will there be boys? Do I have to give you the talk?

Now come on, that's absolutely ridiculous. Colin Morgan's penis in a box, what do you take me for?

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I'd at least want it in a glass case wrapped in ribbon, I'm not some weirdo.

[kylezy.livejournal.com]

I am disheartened by this "sometimes" business. What about "I love you all the time, Kylie, you are the light of my life all day, everyday". Isn't that far more palatable? Doesn't it just roll off the tongue?

Well, just remember it's not considered "public decency" if you have orgies in the aisles, okay?

What about his cheekbones then, do you suppose he'll miss them? Or what about his neck? How important is it really for one's head to be supported? Maybe not so much body parts then but if some little girl is waving her autograph paper around, you snatch it, okay, you snatch it real good.

[kylezy.livejournal.com]

Did you like my poem, you haven't mentioned its epicness yet :(((

[kylezy.livejournal.com]

Right, you're wacky, I'm good at giving head, I remember!