November 6, 2008
For some reason, Maggie Tabberer scares the shit out of me. She just seems to exhude pure evil. I mean, look at her. Wearing a cape and… plotting. You try and prove anyone wearing a cape isn’t evil (my own 15-year-old goth misadventures in a quest to find a sense of self not included). That [...]
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January 16, 2001
Recently I was lying in bed and saw a strange shape moving around in the blinds covering the window above me. After giving the blinds a quick whack, I realised that it was one mother of a giant spider. ‘It’s a tarantula!’ Adam murmured, half asleep next to me. ‘I don’t think so,’ I replied. [...]
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