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I Gave My Artistic Laugh And Also Threw In Some Quirky Language For Good Measure. "lawks-a-mercy, No! I'm Going To Have A Long Bath And..." I Looked Shyly Down. Which Is Pretty Impressive To Have Done Artistic Laugh, Quirky Language And Shyness All In The Space Of Ten Seconds.

When We Did Eventually Get To The Party - Me Walking Next To Dad's Volvo Driving At Five Miles An Hour - I Had A Horrible Time. Everyone Laughed At First But Then More Or Less Ignored Me. In A Mood Of Defiant Stuffed Oliveness I Did Have A Dance By Myself But Things Kept Crashing To The Floor Around Me. The Host Asked If I Would Sit Down. I Had A Go At That But It Was Useless. In The End I Was At The Gate For About An Hour Before Dad Arrived.

When Mutti And Vati Came In I Didn't Speak To Them. I Just Unfurled The Cat Molesters Banner I Had Made.

You Wouldn't Say ' You've Got The Crappest Eyes I've Ever Seen. Your Eyes Make Me Physically Sick.

Here Is Another Marvy Glimpse Into The Gothic Basement That I Call My Mind.