Oct 17, 2006 14:55
I am dying, dying of ILL. This is very miserable, and I require lots of pity or my condition will sadly worsen.
When I am DEAD, you must all cry lost and say nice things at my funeral. In return I bequeath you each a pair of my shoes, I am not going to bother assigning them, it will have to be a case of first come first served, but I do think housemate!Laura should have the minty coloured stilettos in which she can not walk.
Adieu, mes amis, je vais à la gloire!
Dying! Really!