And now Avril.
Listening to MxPx at work. Fuck yeah.
Satin in a huge comfort thing for me.
I used to have a very soft blanket as a kid which mum sewed satin around the edges of. Every time the blanket had to be trimmed, new satin would be sewn.
Eventually my blanket was ‘lost’ (I now have it back, hehe) and I turned to satin pillowcases. Which I still sleep with. And probably will forever.
Even my oldest toy, Lamby, has satin feet, ears and nose.
Anyhow, recently I’ve really wanted a piece of satin to hold while I sleep, like with my blanket when I was a kid. I feel like it is some hardcore reversion though? Is it? I wanna know what people think? Someone, anyone?
91 kids are dead in Oslo and no gives a fuck, amy winehouse is dead and that is all everyone is talking about
The world needs to go fuck itself.
I miss Bekka.
Where the Cows go Bong!
and the monkeys all say BOO!
There’s a Nong Nang Ning
Where the trees go Ping!
And the tea pots jibber jabber joo.
On the Nong Ning Nang
All the mice go Clang
And you just can’t catch ‘em when they do!
So its Ning Nang Nong
Cows go Bong!
Nong Nang Ning
Trees go ping
Nong Ning Nang
The mice go Clang
What a noisy place to belong
is the Ning Nang Ning Nang Nong!!” —Spike Milligan, On The Ning Nang Nong.
Anyone wanna wear a satin onesie and let me cuddle you for hours? Please?
Please, please, please, please?!