I'm so going to hell.
Theres a number of reasons why I'm going to hell. As a child, I'd do some quite hurrendous things.

When we were kids, we'd point and laugh when we saw an ambulance go by with sirens blaring.

I used to have a fascination on who people would rather die. "Who would you rather die? Your mum or your dad?" I asked that question to many people hoping for a good explanation also.

We came back to Junior school after a holiday. Hadnt even got in the class room when some kid came up to me? "Guess what? Stephen Ward is dead" Poor kid got hit by a bus. And what was my response? Thats right? I laughed. I didnt want to smile, but my mouth muscles just moved and I couldnt control it. You can bet that made me popular.

I did have a morbid fasination with death. After watching Casualty on the TV, I'd ask my mum "who died?" It got to the end without seeing whether they died or not!

Recently my grandad has been having a series of mini strokes. I emailed my mum asking for some christmas gift ideas, and put "I was thinking of getting Grandad a cat so he could stroke it.. get it?" Umm. havnt had a reply yet.

Swearing in church? Yup all the time, in fact for some ungodly reason my profanities seem to increase the moment i'm insight of a church. I think the whole, "Youre not supposed to swear" thing makes me subconsciously swear more.

When i used to get told off I couldnt help but laugh. I'm still the same now. But back then I really really couldnt control it. Which would lead them to getting more angry at me and me laughing even more. It was just some wiered head thing. I didnt want to laugh, just couldnt help it.

See you on the train to hull guys.
(Miggyman, Mon 15 Dec 2008, 19:08, Reply)