2004-03-19..4:59 p.m.

I�m feeling almost obscenely oral today. I have a driving desire to put things in my mouth, just to see how they�d feel. I�ve been working the lid of this pen like it�s nobody�s business for the past twenty minutes. I get like this every now and then, it will suddenly hit me that vowels are meant to be curvaceous and sensual on the tongue, and that consonants simply sound better when enunciated crisply. I start looking for things to curl my mouth over. My long-running favourite is probably Orange Juice. I�ll try out others, but Orange Juice always calls me back.

Aurrrr-andjjjjjjjjjjj-Oooossssss.

I like the way it tickles, and if you say it often enough, it ceases to mean a thing.

Dude, am I glad it�s the weekend. Vinyl good times tonight, and FOUR fucking reviews to write this weekend. HOWEVER. Tonight I have reason to celebrate outside gigs and beers: I, Me, the Wee Girly writing this page, am going! To get! To review! I Am Kloot! I AM KLOOT!!!!! It�s not until May, and it�s in Oldham, but I CANNOT FUCKING WAIT! If I do say so myself, Dude, I ROCK!

Shorter than usual, ****meep