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You know those old women that talk to you while you on public transport even if you are reading a book or have headphones on and very clearly don't want to have a conversation with anyone? The ones that continue to talk to you even when you only answer them with, "hmmmm" before you try go back to your book or turn the volume on your Ipod up. I'm turning into one of them. On Friday I sat down on a seat on the bus next to a girl who was very clearly In A Strop and didn't want to admit that anyone else in the world existed, never mind talk to them. She had her arms and her legs crossed and we looking out of the window with a fixed determination and a raised chin. I plopped down next to her with a dripping umbrella in one hand and a knitting magazine in the other and the first thing I wanted to do was say: "Oh hai! U r having a bad dayz, y/n?" in a loud, cheerful voice. I didn't, but I was really tempted. I think the older I get, the filters in my brain that tell me that doing that kind of thing would be annoying are going to wear out and I'll be sat chatting away to people with their MP3s on full blast. I expect to be completely batty by the time I'm 45. And speaking of knitting magazines, there's a pattern for a throw in this months Let's Knit that is done on size 20 circular needles. I want to do it because it will be a good, low maintenance wedding present for my uncle (you never can have enough throws) and because I want some size 20 circular needles. Knitting with them will be like wrestling with an octopus! Three words that I always spell wrong: originally, definitely, and maintenance. Bad things happen with the vowels. how I feel: thirsty
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