I always knew it; as soon as I picked up Anne Franks diary, I knew she was subliminally writing to me, when I saw entries had started like ďDear KittyĒ. I prefer meeting people and having a conversation, because over text, itís very difficult to detect sarcasm.
Surely in this whole time since I left The Northampton Academy someone else must have given me inspiration by now?
Iím still waiting for Anna to sign a contract. I need that book deal, and Iíve waited forever, for that collaboration of our prison letters; trapped inside cineworld, and my address is;
So Norman Stanley Fletcher as Iíve said, had his brown oxo tin and changed his identity to Arkwright, Granville is breathing on them and polishing apples, and Del Boy is breathing on them and polishing oranges.
Since Monday I havenít really been concentrating, but still managed to have wrote you a page while my head has been all over the place. Like her being asked, so Samantha, spell respect and she says tomorrow
Wondering what to do when a withheld number calls? Iíll blow and just sing over them when theyíre talking and being abusive, so it starts off as ďWhatís the story in Balamory, wouldnít you like to know?Ē
The Green Mile is a touching film,but thereís no point in Ryan following Michael Clarke Duncan around with a dead bearded-dragon.
I do love my brother but I donít always like him. ďWhy is he going to bed so early? Itís only half-seven in the evening.Ē Can I say heís ďalways complainingĒ when heís normally sitting around people, looking like a gormless zombie and not interacting with anyone? So why would I want to stay up and entertain others, when I had a real bad migraine and just wanted to lay down in darkness? Have compassion towards his mental disorder, itís just no one is bothering because deep down, heís lying about obvious stuff and everyone believes that heís doing it on purpose; too many coincidences. Even with a paper trail he would claim heís not guilty. I can admit my mistakes, keep moving forward and donít harbour grudges, that between us is the difference.
The Robin Williams version of the Jumanji film; about 21 years on from its release, I finally got one scene from it and that was why the little boy changed like he did, other words, he was a ďcheeky monkeyĒ for trying to cheat. Should have hit me sooner, guess I was too concerned about a smart line not coming up to me at the moment.