When I was a kid I thought I knew everything about the universe because I had a time life book titled The Universe.

Pluto is still a planet in it to. I feel bad for Pluto, Pluto is my underdog. Pluto = underdog= Waltz Disney is my prophet. Lol I have now been awake for twenty eight hours so probably best not to take anything I say as normal lol.

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Up All Night.

Grrr had a migrain all day and then I was up all night. Now I’ve got work in two hours. I wish I was like a Sim and could stand in that machine where it fills up your energy, because I’m shattered now.
I’m sort of hoping it’s busy today so it goes quicker, when there’s no one there it drags. Guess I should dunk my head in cold water lol. 

Anyway thanks to the people following me, you poor things. I can see this blog going down hill pretty soon, with tales of my adventures in pound land and Morrisons  baked beans. 

Oh and look out for some pretty bizarre sleep deprived fiction coming your way. Made worst by bad spelling due to me being dyslexic lol. 

Anyway talk to you soon ❤

Weird Dreams.

I had a weird dream that Doctor Who was real, but I wasn’t his companion I was the Masters, and the Masters Tardis was all gothic, it looked like crypt. He also looked like Laurence Llewelyn Bowen. I drank the Master blood and become a Time (What the flip dream mind Timelords aren’t vampires) I was also a man in this dream, and pretty evil.
 
Just thought how I had that weird dream where Laurence Llewelyn Bowen was the Master, wouldn’t it be funny if he was the 12th Doctor. Changing Rooms on the Tardis. Lets rip everything out and paint it red. Laurence used to like painting things red, while wearing leather trousers. I’m sure there’s a fetish somewhere in there lol. 

That should so be a parody, but I bet a lot of people can’t remember Changing Rooms. It was a program where two friends redecorated a room in each others houses with the help of quite often a interior designer who would never listen to what they wanted. Then every thing would be ripped out and painted red, someone would cry and the friends would never talk to each other again. 
THE END.

 
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Welcome.

Woot don’t if anyone will read this, but if you do hi. It’s strange I’m always posting on facebook, to the point where I think people are getting fed up with me lol. 
I real have no idea what that blog will be about apart from it will be about random stuff. I’m rubbish sticking at subjects, really I am.