Little by Little E-Bay Steals My Sanity

Firstly, may Steve Irwin rest in piece. Logic dictates that by now, he should already have died. If you handle dangerous animals, then you're putting yourself in danger, even if you know what you're doing. That, believe it or not, is why they are called dangerous animals (because they're dangerous). Despite this, I got the feeling that Mr Irwin was indestructable. That he would live on forever. Lets hope he is remembered as a loving father and an enthusiastic conservationist and wildlife expert.

Secondly, I feel a cold grip coming over me. A subtle presence is back. It haunts me. Even now I am plagued by thoughts. Thoughts that many have had. Evil thoughts.

Just a little more... I can win... argh! Gits! Well... we'll see about that! Have some of this! You don't like that do you? Snipe me will you? Right no more Mr. Nice-Bidder.

That's right, Ebay has reared it's ugly head again. Only 1hr 40mins to go and I can't look away... I know I should be in bed, but if I look away they'll take my precious object that I don't really need away from me. I daren't tell friends that I'm bidding on something, just in case they plot against me to out bid me and take my item! I need help...

Bobbikk