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  <title>Butterscotching the Caterwauls</title>
  <subtitle>I'm not so good with the advice, can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?</subtitle>
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    <name>Lizzy</name>
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  <updated>2008-01-28T13:18:45Z</updated>
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    <title>And he treats me like a queen</title>
    <published>2008-01-28T13:18:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-28T13:18:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Butterscotching Mr Lynch - OM</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Except at night, when he treats me like the naughty girl I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - tidy bedroom and books everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds contradictory! But crazy! I now have to write about you know. Depression. Crying on cue.&lt;br /&gt;Or alternatively I could pretend I don't take three-quarters of my subjects and study maths and legal studies?&lt;br /&gt;A third option being going to sleep. But 12:16 AM?&lt;br /&gt;I think not!&lt;br /&gt;Waking up at seven tomorrow morning should be omnipresent in my mind right now but the only omnipresence is needing to pee. Feels like I'm pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know. From the literature. Not because I know what it feels like. That would be surprising. The acoustics of my house are so bad that you can hear my television a floor above in a separate room with all the doors closed.&lt;br /&gt;So basically my parents are on close terms with the entire cast of Friends, Buffy, Angel, Scrubs, The IT Crowd, My Family, Boosh, Gossip Girl, Doctor Who, Torchwood. .. I could continue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead, let me sign off with a few &lt;i&gt;Why?&lt;/i&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube Fanvideos (Story and Music)&lt;br /&gt;Actually having to tidy up the mess you leave behind you in a snail-like residue trail&lt;br /&gt;Ikea on a Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Public Holiday Surcharge&lt;br /&gt;When Remote Controls Run out of Battery&lt;br /&gt;Overnight Mouthwash tasting like licking those people on Doctor Who who had every disease ever (again, not from experience)&lt;br /&gt;Shiny, glittery, homemade things&lt;br /&gt;Not having any money&lt;br /&gt;Not having done any schoolwork for six weeks&lt;br /&gt;Also not knowing enough of any other language to have a witty exit-remark like "Lieben" or "Pampelmousse"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really care about the last one though it sounds horrible. To vengeance!</content>
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