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Cheers Sixpence!

I am... uncomprehendingly dissatisfied with my life.
I will... go feed the fish in a minute. 
I want... to be able to stop eating these Celebrations. They're rubbish anyway. Heros are better.
I see... a large to-do list, or three.
I need... a drink.

Hmm. There we go.

I tag...
FunkyFarmer
Jackopus
Nathan1
ThePigg
Znethru

Courtesy of MSN News:

"Eight dangerous dogs have been seized by Merseyside Police in a series of raids across the region.

It is believed some of the dogs, which were all pitbull terriers, were being trained to participate in underground dog fights.

The raids on Wednesday follow the death of five-year-old Ellie Lawrenson, who was mauled by a type of pitbull terrier at her grandmother's home on Monday.

Six of the dogs were taken from an address in St Helens, the town where Ellie died, and two from an address in Widnes.

Inspector Ian Whitfield of Merseyside Police said that in addition to the six animals found in St Helens, police also seized a collection of protein dog food supplements.

He said that one animal had its ears trimmed back, a "common occurrence" in dogs bred for fighting.

Officers staged the raids after a tip-off from a member of the public.

Insp Whitfield said the dogs were now being held by police and inquiries were ongoing to decide whether their owners would be prosecuted."

Inquiries are ongoing to decide whether the owners will be prosecuted?

The dogs are illegal. Dog fighting is illegal. The dogs should be immediately destroyed before they kill someone else or have the opportunity to rip each other apart, and the owners jailed. And for more than 6 months, which is an insult to that beautiful little girl's memory and her family.

Why do we have to live in such an ineffectual country? I despair of this place, I really do.

Frustrated and annoyed at Party Fish Boy's lack of texts following our 'date', come midnight I decided to torment Manchester Boy, who is desperately in love with me, and has been for years. I could not be less interested, but it is amusing to torment him nonetheless. Especially as he knows I'm doing it on purpose. All I had to do was send a photo of my boobs. Tastefully done, naturally. Nothing to be seen. Did the trick though, kept him amused until about 1.30am, after which I ignored his desperate messages and slept as soundly as the proverbial baby, guilt free, devoid of any resentment towards Party Fish Boy as I knew how annoyed Manchester Boy was.

Interestingly, they have the same first name.

I haven't thought about Ex Girlfriend today. Up until now.

But after her text last night, now I can't stop thinking about Ex Ex Girlfriend. Sigh I still miss her after 4 years. Damn our enduring friendship making it SO diffcult for me to drop my overwhelming need for her love into casual conversation.

I'm sure there's a classification for someone like me, probably in a dictionary of psychological terms.

Enough with this nonsense! A husband I must find!

I've put a liddle home movie of the goldies in my media. I can't resist introducing you all properly. It's terrible quality, curtesy of my mobile.

Alan is the big red Mo Fo, perpetually hovering around the front of the tank awaiting The Feed. Maddy is the lemon one. She's gentle and lovely. Juliet is the whippet-slender creature following Maddy about.

I promise I'll stop talking about them. Soon. I promise.