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Bushbaby taken from Flickr user Sharlee H

It’s been over two weeks I know, and i’ve been up to a fair bit more than is usual in my life, however sleep and lounging has taken the place of blogging. Only one week to get through before I get a week off for half term… Chroma and days ensconced sur le blanket orange… le sigh…

VD on Thursday- Ugh, the amount of stuff in the shops and on TV is fucking disgraceful. M&S and your roses that don’t smell of anything- Go fuck yourselves. That’s right, you heard. What would be a good Valentines day if I was with someone who would let me love them? Perhaps a trip to London Zoo or Kew Gardens… I would drink raspberry Slush Puppies for lubrication (getting excited when my tongue turned blue) and would spend my day being overly and inexplicably enthusiastic as I encountered all the cool animals and plants.

To this hindered romantic, kissing next to the Lorises and Bushbabies in the dim light of the nocturnal animal exhibit or under a giant cycad in the peaceful warmth of a glasshouse seems an idea most lovely. Like other wishes such as falling asleep in someone’s arms or role playing my love being the washing machine repair man, these ideas remain unfulfilled, and seem destined to be so for the longest time ahead…

Oh, and yes I do know about Lorises peeing on themselves to leave urine-scented trails they can follow back… I still think they’re cool…

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