If i was chewbacca i woulndt have to take no guff from no space rogue... i could do whatever i fancied... silently comb my hair for years, shoot birds out of the sky with my laser bolt crossbow thing, throw down some mad vocal stylings... whatever... maybe i need to take that step and go forth into chewbaccahood... im willing to take that step? are you? so like, my dad's married now. again. hopefully this time he doesnt(from what i've heard) screw up. i wish him well. i really do, he's happy and im happy for him to be happy with someone new. i remember as a kid always wanting him to go back to mum. and always wishing it when i blew out my candles on my birthday cakes... till i was about 10 i think... then i started wishing for material things... now i think im back to wishing for things to make me emotionally happy... or just plain happy... stuff that i could use well, like and extra arm, and seven eye balls... oh and a new wrist and tendons on my ankles... that way i would be fully functionaly and i wouldnt have to always worry about breaking them... my wrist is so close to snapping, i can feel the pressure building up sometimes... i want it to snap so it can be healed properly. gah Food, glorious food! Hot sausage and mustard! While we're in the mood, Cold jelly and Custard! Pease pudding and saveloys! What's next? is the question. Rich gentlemen have it, boys, In-di-gestion!