It's been a long time coming...http://dont-panic.blog.co.uk/en-UShourly82000-01-01T12:00+00:00It's been a long time coming...http://dont-panic.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/43/7391a41434b365b633314b612a1283_160x200.jpgProblematichttp://dont-panic.blog.co.uk/2007/02/09/problematic~1707233/2007-02-09T00:04:26+01:00 <p>My friends are problematic. I don't understand. I don't understand why they can't get along. I don't understand what they think I can do about it. But I hate being stuck in the middle. I guess I put myself there.
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<p> <small> <a href="http://dont-panic.blog.co.uk/2007/02/09/problematic~1707233/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>My friends are problematic. I don't understand. I don't understand why they can't get along. I don't understand what they think I can do about it. But I hate being stuck in the middle. I guess I put myself there.
]]>Wallhttp://dont-panic.blog.co.uk/2007/02/07/wall~1697828/2007-02-07T15:38:51+01:00 <p> I spent all night fixing my wall. I had a tack hammer and it was amazing. I don't have any left. I still haven't gotten any vougues but when i do i'm gonna fill up my other wall. I think I met the smartest kid in the world yesterday. He told me he wanted to read my poetry and I just don't think i can let him do that. I've only shown it to Ingrid. Whatever. I keep having dreams about dancing. Dancing in dresses. They're nice dresses but random dreams. I startede off thinking i would show this blog to anyone who asked but i think i would be more comfortable if no one read it.<br> I always tell my friends to not complain, you see. I say something very amazing like <em>'you know there are farmers starving in ghana'</em> or <em>'well at least your village hasn't been burnt down by death squads, forcing you into a concentration camp where you will be shot if you attempt to find food'</p>
<p> </em>The downside of that though, is that when I feel like complaining, I can't without sounding seriosly stupid. Unless, that is, nobody reads it. </p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://dont-panic.blog.co.uk/2007/02/07/wall~1697828/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p> I spent all night fixing my wall. I had a tack hammer and it was amazing. I don't have any left. I still haven't gotten any vougues but when i do i'm gonna fill up my other wall. I think I met the smartest kid in the world yesterday. He told me he wanted to read my poetry and I just don't think i can let him do that. I've only shown it to Ingrid. Whatever. I keep having dreams about dancing. Dancing in dresses. They're nice dresses but random dreams. I startede off thinking i would show this blog to anyone who asked but i think i would be more comfortable if no one read it. I always tell my friends to not complain, you see. I say something very amazing like 'you know there are farmers starving in ghana' or 'well at least your village hasn't been burnt down by death squads, forcing you into a concentration camp where you will be shot if you attempt to find food'
The downside of that though, is that when I feel like complaining, I can't without sounding seriosly stupid. Unless, that is, nobody reads it.
]]>Wallhttp://dont-panic.blog.co.uk/2007/02/07/wall~1697822/2007-02-07T15:37:50+01:00 <p> I spent all night fixing my wall. I had a tack hammer and it was amazing. I don't have any left. I still haven't gotten any vougues but when i do i'm gonna fill up my other wall. I think I met the smartest kid in the world yesterday. He told me he wanted to read my poetry and I just don't think i can let him do that. I've only shown it to Ingrid. Whatever. I keep having dreams about dancing. Dancing in dresses. They're nice dresses but random dreams. I startede off thinking i would show this blog to anyone who asked but i think i would be more comfortable if no one read it.<br> I always tell my friends to not complain, you see. I say something very amazing like <em>'you know there are farmers starving in ghana'</em> or <em>'well at least your village hasn't been burnt down by death squads, forcing you into a concentration camp where you will be shot if you attempt to find food'</p>
<p> </em>The downside of that though, is that when I feel like complaining, I can't without sounding seriosly stupid. Unless, that is, nobody reads it. </p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://dont-panic.blog.co.uk/2007/02/07/wall~1697822/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p> I spent all night fixing my wall. I had a tack hammer and it was amazing. I don't have any left. I still haven't gotten any vougues but when i do i'm gonna fill up my other wall. I think I met the smartest kid in the world yesterday. He told me he wanted to read my poetry and I just don't think i can let him do that. I've only shown it to Ingrid. Whatever. I keep having dreams about dancing. Dancing in dresses. They're nice dresses but random dreams. I startede off thinking i would show this blog to anyone who asked but i think i would be more comfortable if no one read it. I always tell my friends to not complain, you see. I say something very amazing like 'you know there are farmers starving in ghana' or 'well at least your village hasn't been burnt down by death squads, forcing you into a concentration camp where you will be shot if you attempt to find food'
The downside of that though, is that when I feel like complaining, I can't without sounding seriosly stupid. Unless, that is, nobody reads it.