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John-Pauls and Josh's family are staying again. Don't get me wrong, I love them all to pieces but I am sick and everything is so loud. Even the trees rustling sounds like a circus. So our little appartment full of people is hell. And Niesha wants me to play games with her. On a regular day I would love to play games with her, but today I would rather stab myself in the eye with a ball point pen.

Actually Camden is hell at the moment. My brain is ready to explode and there is a siren going past every two seconds. The relative silence of Sandy Bay sounds so appealing right now.

I would say Devonport but I'm not that sick.

here is something stupid
Cats in Sinks

Tris told me this awful story about a friend of his who went to one of those resturants that have like, pick your own lobster etc. Except they had bunnies and other animals. And a baby deer. Bambi.

What kind of sick fucking freakshow could walk into a virtual petting zoo and choose to eat Bambi. Or anything else for that matter. I dont even understand how people can pick a living lobster and have it cooked.

That kept me awake for ages last night. I don't eat very much meat but next time I do, I am going to feel guilty as hell and be thinking about Bambi and petting zoos. It makes me want to cry.

My morals are pretty loose when it comes to sins of the flesh, but the idea of eating animals turns me into a goddamn hippie.