Just a quick waaah.

I am kind of getting round to sorting my room out now (after a week and a half of sleeping amongst boxes). I've just managed to sort my CD player out so I can once again play the radio. Well that's what I was going to do. I put Mercia FM on (isn't it fabulous) to find the biggest insult in song form poking and biting at my eardrums (in a metaphorical way) so I had to turn it off after, oh, a couple of seconds. Oh yes the song I'm talking about is "Babycakes". It really does disgust me just to write that word. This "song" is making my life hell at the minute. Imagine a horrible little man covered in herpes that looks like this who steals a nice baby (the cute kind, not one you could take or leave, that won't do for this comparison) and rips it apart in front of your eyes, showing you every torn bloody internal organ released in the process, then opens his mouth to reveal writhing maggots and devours the baby piece by piece. Now that's how I feel when I hear this song. Just to let you know.