Heeeey! Heeeey baby! (Ooh! Aah!)
I wanna know~oh~oh~oh~ohoh if you'll be my girl!
Well isn't that a blast from the past? Back when club music was actually a different genre from pop... The good old days.
Everybody I meet these days are like "build a moat" this and "build a moat" that...
Looks like I'll have to build myself a moat when I get to my new house in TWO DAYS!
Living on my own, sorry... Surviving on my own, will be quite difficult.
I know, I've done it before, I'm going to be 20 years old in one-and-a-bit months, I've got to be able to look after myself.
There's just this part of me that likes being a baby.
Same part of me that really enjoys One Piece, and plays Pokemon probably...
But I do like being looked after. I love my parents. Do I NEED them? Well, no, but...
Let's just say I'm not looking forward to the responsibilities that come with owning a zombie-proof safehouse.
Are the ladders rolled up? Did I turn the lights off downstairs? Will they get in through the windows tonight?
Come on, I realise that I'm more sensible than most, but it must be my low self-esteem that makes me think I'll just die.
Keep reading to see if I do die. Tomorrow's exciting installment: unsurprisingly, DAY #258!
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