Sunday, 28 April 2013

Freaky Freak Freak

Dear You,

I have recently realised that I am stranger than most. I mean, I always knew I was a weird'un, but I didn't know I was THAT weird.

What happened is this:

I realised that I find things funny that ordinary folk would usually hate. I'm not talking murder, incest, Nick Grimshaw, or anything as horrific as that. What I am talking is such things as injections. The last time I had an injection, as the needle pushed into my naked upper arm (do hold in your vomit, You, if you are that way inclined) I found it absolutely HILARIOUS. I laughed all the way home. Is there something wrong with me? I've decided that giving blood (professionally, if poss.) is my calling; benefits to both parties are abound. Oh wait, that's right, there are weird rules about gays and giving blood. I mean, that's fine guys...

http://www.blood.co.uk/can-i-give-blood/exclusion/

Read it and weep.

Also, whenever I get pins and needles, I can't stop laughing, and find myself in fits of hysterics whenever I try to walk when I have them. I've just googled it, actually, and it says that long-lasting pins and needles can be caused by things like diabetes or exposure to radiation. Is it therefore weird to eat loads of cake in a nuclear power plant, just so the feeling never leaves? Maybe that's too far...

Similarly to my Disney Whoriness, would anyone care to start a support group with me, for people who find obscure things humorous? Please.

Yours pins-and-needlesy

M.

P.S. I think we, as a family, have decided upon a more unconventional Christmas this year. The parents haven't really taken onboard my sister's and my ideas for:
i) An Australian-themed Christmas, complete with flowery shirts, Foster's and barbecues.
ii) A Harry Potter Chrimbo, with hand-knitted jumpers (by me, of course), Butterbeer and magic.
iii) A Disney Xmas, with me as Ariel, if I can find a shell bra big enough...

P.P.S. I'm fairly sure my father's currently having a strop because he can't find his Kindle charger, which of course means that the world is ending. Fool...

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