Idiocy, sans Comedy
Oh dear lord. I feel like Death pre-heated, gas-mark 4 (bake until looks putrid). I hate flu, and I hate the germs that carry them, The bastards. Bastard-coated bastards.
So I'm ill. And I look like shit. and Playing computer games makes my head sore. Boooooo.
Furthermore: I ordered my tickets for a trip to Glasgow next month, and once the transaction was completed, I got confirmation mail back stating that the confirmed address of delivery was thus:
Mr Dan Stubbs
STOKE ON TRENT
STAFFORDSHIRE
STOKE ON TRENT
ST1 6RF
Waht...the...fuck. Not only have I managed to blow £36 on tickets that I will probably, now, only ever see in my dreams, I managed to to, in the process, make myself sound like a sufferer of Downs Syndrome on a sugar spike. Fucking Marvelous.
Emily, I am a retard. *sigh*
AT :)
So I'm ill. And I look like shit. and Playing computer games makes my head sore. Boooooo.
Furthermore: I ordered my tickets for a trip to Glasgow next month, and once the transaction was completed, I got confirmation mail back stating that the confirmed address of delivery was thus:
Mr Dan Stubbs
STOKE ON TRENT
STAFFORDSHIRE
STOKE ON TRENT
ST1 6RF
Waht...the...fuck. Not only have I managed to blow £36 on tickets that I will probably, now, only ever see in my dreams, I managed to to, in the process, make myself sound like a sufferer of Downs Syndrome on a sugar spike. Fucking Marvelous.
Emily, I am a retard. *sigh*
AT :)