No, wait. Listen, I’m not a crazy stalker fan who kisses a poster of his face every night before I go to bed, it’s just that I… well, actually, no. It’s just a kind of diluted version of the aforementioned crazy fandom.
DISCLAIMER: It’s that time again. Any fans of NSN, please disregard the disgruntled criticism and enjoy the video. If you read this, I may have to eat you, before you light your torches and pick up your pitchforks.
Okay?
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…I love you one, a two, a three shoobee-doo
I love you four, that’s more than I can afford
And I can tell some day that I’m gunna’ say the truth
I love you five
I'm not a piece of (very cool) wallpaper. Obviously.
DISCLAIMER
A Note from the Blogger
Dear Reader,
Thank you for choosing to read this blog.
My name is Josie Carter, as you have probably read above. (My real name is Josephine, but don't call me that. EVER.) I live in a small, untidy corner of England, I'm addicted to reading, music and spewing forth endless tirades of nonsensical gooble. My friends eventually got so tired of this unfathomable wittering, that everyone told me to shut up and start a blog. So I did.
Therefore, dear Reader, any inadequacies, misinformation, grammatical errors, spellos, annoying use of adjectives in pairs or small, pointless infatuations, is entirely, utterly and unreservedly the fault of the people who bugged me to start this.
Thank you for your time.
“COMMENT!”
...says Charles Prestwich Scott with his scary, starey eyes.