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there is a fucking thirty foot sheep made of pinetrees on the headland overlooking the bay. you can see it silhoetted against the skyline from the prom and the summer people coming in on the boat can see it before the rest of the island comes into view.

seriously, guys. i thought we were pretending we werent basically a real life summerisle and then you put up a massive "we're gonna wicker man you" statue...
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Douglas carnival starts in ten minutes. Time for shitty parade floats honouring bizarre local businesses. Hopefully I'll be able to get a photo of ChimpBee this year. What does ChimpBee advertise? I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA.
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The ferry horn just scared the absolute shit out of me. I was making myself some hot chocolate and just as I switched off the microwave this fucking.. ugh, like a dragonite roar echoes across the bay. There may have been a teeny tiny shriek of fear.
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Some dude just asked me if I always dress this wildly when I go out on a Saturday night...

I'm wearing an Adventure Time t-shirt.

So either Finn and Jake have become an in-the-know code for some awful act of sexual depravity, or I just discovered a whole new level of vanilla.


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So as it turns out, the Isle of Man does not appear on any of SHIELDs maps. Supervillains! Come to us! Plenty of arable land so your secret base can be self-sustaning, and due to a combination of our proximity to Chernobyl and a huge problem with inbreeding, you won't need fancy genetic modifications to create an army of sub-human monsters - simply hire the locals. Cheap and efficient! Though of course webbed hands do make it harder to operate a death ray effectively...


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ARGH. Dudes, I am giving serious brain-thoughts towards going to Liverpool to attend a Derek Landy signing of Last Stand of the Dead Men. The issue is, the most time- and cost-effective way to do it is as a day trip to Liverpool via the Steam Packet, a sweaty, slimy, nausea-inducing puke-bucket of a trip that lasts three hours each way, and feels a lot longer.

Do I actually care about Skulduggery Pleasant enough to subject myself to seasickness and the strange phenomenon where the Manx people on the boat have Scouse accents that are approximately eighty thousand times more nasal and annoying than the voices of actual, in-real-life Scousers?

ARGH. I hate having to think grown-up things.


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Locked myself out of my flat, no answer on other doorbells, had to climb in through downstairs neighbours window, only to bump into him coming out of bathroom stark naked. Weekend already shaping up to be an eventful one.


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Is there a place on the Isle of Man where gouts of steam shoot up from the earth's core and horses and rabbits ride them for fun? I dreamt I flipped my dad's car into a field where that was happening, then went straight to a friends' house for tea, so I need to know where that field is so I can go retrieve the car later on.


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Eating icecream and watching the pattern of the fountain lights on Douglas promenade at gone-midnight on a schoolnight. Adulthood can blow me.


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I've been trying to figure out why my bedroom and hallway look so weird - I've just realised that the workmen who fitted the new windows must have hoovered up afterwards. Housekeeping fail.


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There was totally a basking shark off Marine Drive today. He was swimming around near the base of the cliffs, just chillin' all like, "I'm a basking shark, I hang out in shallow waters 'cause I'm all big and shit!" and all these seal dudes were lying on the rocks watching him, just like, "Yeahhhhhh bro." It was amazing. I saw his fin!


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I suspect it's coming up on that three-week period every year when I need to start wearing sunscreen. I took a picture of myself chillin' in a glen with some old wooden dude, and I'm so freckley, it looks like the sun deities of every pantheon got together and had a bukkake party on my face.


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Ignore that last post, I cannot use this IPod for shit. Teen Wolf is horrible, I just wasted two valuable afternoons of my life watching the first season in the hope it would get less retarded, but I waited in vain! Why are they all so ugly?! When I was a teenager there were hot teenagers on tv, but these are some goofy-looking adolescents. And that older guy who keeps trying to molest the main guys' boyfriend, what the fuck.

Fuck me I'm cold. I got caught in a rainstorm when I was glen-walking, and then I slipped and fell and now I'm soaked and can't warm up. How was everyone's Christmas? I didn't get Colin Farrell or a gingerbread house big enough to live in. I had to go to the laundrette too coz my machine broke and I had no more panties and there totally wasn't a secret world behind the fucking dryers. Reality sucks. Jesus I'm freezing my tits off here. If I don't update in the next week assume I died of freeziation.


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So Johnny has stolen my director's cut of Watchmen and tried to indoctrinate Hayley and the Prawn into its wonderment. Hayley is refusing to like any movie where one superhero is a rapist and another one is a ginger. Prawn is offended that the ginger dies in the end, because it's racist or something. Johnny's standard response to anyone talking to him is falling to his knees and going "NOOOOOOOOORRAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHH!" This is why we can't have nice things.

Also, I went into town today to meet up with an old friend from college, and when I was coming back I saw this girl who had made my life an absolute misery in highschool, and she looks like an absolute mess and it made me really happy. I know that makes me super-petty, but I can't bring myself to care.
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So Johnny has stolen my director's cut of Watchmen and tried to indoctrinate Hayley and the Prawn into its wonderment. Hayley is refusing to like any movie where one superhero is a rapist and another one is a ginger. Prawn is offended that the ginger dies in the end, because it's racist or something. Johnny's standard response to anyone talking to him is falling to his knees and going "NOOOOOOOOORRAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHH!" This is why we can't have nice things.

Also, I went into town today to meet up with an old friend from college, and when I was coming back I saw this girl who had made my life an absolute misery in highschool, and she looks like an absolute mess and it made me really happy. I know that makes me super-petty, but I can't bring myself to care.
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Although there is likely no good time to ask me if I want to come to an agricultural show, 9am on a rainy Sunday morning as I struggle, bleary-eyed, to load my blood-smeared sheets into the washing machine, has to be one of the worst.

Immediately following it up with twenty minutes of increasingly high-pitched whinging about how "the Island is trying to do indepen-DANT" and "there are lots of young farmers there, they're enthusi-ASTS" is definately going to earn you a poisonous glare and, if it was a more reasonable hour, probably a string of profanity to go with it.

Jesus fucking Christ. I have nothing against other people having enthusiasms, I just don't see why I should have to bear witness to them. I have no doubt that it takes great skill and patience to train a sheepdog to do it's job, but I'm not standing in the rain watching it do an obstacle course. You enjoy what you do? Fantastic. No doubt I'll enjoy eating your delicious livestock at some point, and you will get some portion of what I pay for the meat. In the meantime, though, don't ask me to pay to go into a field and look at them all scrubbed up and beribboned in their pens. It's not going to happen.

Fuckssake. I was actually in an alright mood until that, but now I just want to cry or stab someone. Again.
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Although there is likely no good time to ask me if I want to come to an agricultural show, 9am on a rainy Sunday morning as I struggle, bleary-eyed, to load my blood-smeared sheets into the washing machine, has to be one of the worst.

Immediately following it up with twenty minutes of increasingly high-pitched whinging about how "the Island is trying to do indepen-DANT" and "there are lots of young farmers there, they're enthusi-ASTS" is definately going to earn you a poisonous glare and, if it was a more reasonable hour, probably a string of profanity to go with it.

Jesus fucking Christ. I have nothing against other people having enthusiasms, I just don't see why I should have to bear witness to them. I have no doubt that it takes great skill and patience to train a sheepdog to do it's job, but I'm not standing in the rain watching it do an obstacle course. You enjoy what you do? Fantastic. No doubt I'll enjoy eating your delicious livestock at some point, and you will get some portion of what I pay for the meat. In the meantime, though, don't ask me to pay to go into a field and look at them all scrubbed up and beribboned in their pens. It's not going to happen.

Fuckssake. I was actually in an alright mood until that, but now I just want to cry or stab someone. Again.
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Did the Isle of Man government start an exciting new festival called the Running of the Retards and hold it in Port Erin today? It was as if everywhere I turned, some gill-flapping, web-handed, buck-toothed monstrosity was oozing along the pavement in front of me, blocking the entire fucking road, forcing me to walk in their Slurmtrail and moving at an approximate speed of 1/1000000000000000000000000000000000000000th of a mile per year.

I did have a minor cheer-up though - I went for a ride on the steam trains (after a wait of about ten thousand years to wait for the flipper-footed foot traffic to get out of my fucking way) and some slack-jawed dribbling halfwit kept sticking it's head out of the window, only to get slapped in the face by a passing bramble. Totally worth having to listen to it whimper all the way into Douglas for the sheer look of pained suprise on it's face when it happened. Read the fucking safety warnings, dumbass! They apply to whatever-the-fuck hideously mutated species you are as well as regular humans!

On the subject of hideously mutated, I started rewatching Bleach a few days ago. I've never seen all of it and the last time I saw it was a few years back. Anyway, I remembered a few things (Aizen's a douchebag, Renji isn't, mostly) but I apparently managed to block out the image of that one creepy conehead scientist dude's sword transforming into a dead foetus on top of a catapillar. Sick and wrong, you guys. Sick. And. Wrong.
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Did the Isle of Man government start an exciting new festival called the Running of the Retards and hold it in Port Erin today? It was as if everywhere I turned, some gill-flapping, web-handed, buck-toothed monstrosity was oozing along the pavement in front of me, blocking the entire fucking road, forcing me to walk in their Slurmtrail and moving at an approximate speed of 1/1000000000000000000000000000000000000000th of a mile per year.

I did have a minor cheer-up though - I went for a ride on the steam trains (after a wait of about ten thousand years to wait for the flipper-footed foot traffic to get out of my fucking way) and some slack-jawed dribbling halfwit kept sticking it's head out of the window, only to get slapped in the face by a passing bramble. Totally worth having to listen to it whimper all the way into Douglas for the sheer look of pained suprise on it's face when it happened. Read the fucking safety warnings, dumbass! They apply to whatever-the-fuck hideously mutated species you are as well as regular humans!

On the subject of hideously mutated, I started rewatching Bleach a few days ago. I've never seen all of it and the last time I saw it was a few years back. Anyway, I remembered a few things (Aizen's a douchebag, Renji isn't, mostly) but I apparently managed to block out the image of that one creepy conehead scientist dude's sword transforming into a dead foetus on top of a catapillar. Sick and wrong, you guys. Sick. And. Wrong.

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