What she said : "How come someone hasn't noticed That I'm dead And decided to bury me ? God knows, I'm ready !" La-la-la ... What she said was sad But then, all the rejection she's had To pretend to be happy Could only be idiocy La-la-la ... What she said was not for the job or Lover that she never had Oh ... No no no ... What she read All heady books She'd sit and prophesise (It took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead To really really open her eyes) What she read All heady books She'd sit and prophesise (It took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead To really really open her eyes) What she said : "I smoke 'cos I'm hoping for an Early death AND I NEED TO CLING TO SOMETHING !" What she said : "I smoke 'cos I'm hoping for an Early death AND I NEED TO CLING TO SOMETHING !" No no no no ... - Today I was convinced that I had a piece of metal lodged inside the tip of my smallest finger. I cringed to look at it, and covered it with three seperate bandaids. Mark kept trying to come at it with tweezers he had in his pocket, and when I told his mother later her eyes went wide and she began to panic. Luckily though, I am not that stupid; Mark was not allowed near ANY part of me. After minor heart attacks, personal training and chats with a Canadian I finally consulted Rim, doctor of the future, who told me that she thought it was simply dried blood under the skin. PHEW. Really dodged one right there. I began to take a liking to Rim right then and there. I asked her if she was pissed off about the 0.05 that stood between her and a perfect score, and Jussy looked like she was about to smack me.