My room is scattered with miniature plastic farmyard animals and no one is ‘fessing up. It feels like I’ve stepped into a surreal world where a George Orwell novel has collided with Honey I Shrunk the Kids and Twister. Moooooo.
Today’s one of those days where EVERY song on the radio is relevant and striking certain chords within me. Sigh.
I sigh too much, don’t I? Just call me Sigh-ma.
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WHO GEORGE ORWELL
Err yeah whatever
Hey you read Animal Farm then 🙂
i’ve been playing this special cd all day, so every song is making me sigh, not only the first one. and sigh-ma is the way i prnounce your name.
That is how myname is pronounced Will. Maybe I should start spelling it like that so people don’t call me Sayma or Siama. I’ve heard them all.
Sighma….
I find that funny but maybe its just cos we is got the same sense of humour innit Sai Sai….I would laugh out loud But I is in the Uni Library shhhh :0