I didn't do it! Nobody saw me do it! You can't prove anything!
This is the weirdest thing that's happened to me (without anything really happening to me) in ages.

I had to write one more CityBeat blog entry for my class, so thought I'd might as well go out with a bang... but how weird is that? What were the chances?! Grrr. A rapist? Why, of all things, a rapist?!

I've just written 1300-odd words on an 'ethical dilemma' I had during my course - so I chose the "should I or shouldn't I write about him" situation I had back in April. Nothing else came to mind really - execpt perhaps being told to spam forums for Yahoo!Xtra while on my internship, but I doubt I could've got 1300-odd words out of that without killing someone.


Slow internet sucks. Nothing works.

But in happy happy joy joy news, it's tariqa's birthday tomorrow! I hope you all got her nice presents. And KittyHawk will soon be back up and running, as soon as we can all find a simultaneous gap in our schedules. I wonder how the Polyphonic Spree organise band practises.