don't worry... it's all taken care of...
hellooo! thought i'd give you some amusing updates apres new year's eve:
Will, abi, laura and i had a tidying up party. highlights include me spraying the carpet cleaning foam like i was spunking all over the house. well i thought it was funny.
new year's day will and i went to the takeaway to pick up some chinese and the lady in there started questioning me. apparently she lives down the road. she broke the ice with "so... did you all just strip off then?" after explaining the bikinis and body paint she mentioned how glad she was her children weren't there. shut up.
so the only casualty from the party was the rug, which paid the ultimate sacrifice for the carpet in the back room. parents happy until same chinese takeaway lady decides to announce to my dad that we were RUNNING DOWN THE STREET IN OUR BRAS AND KNICKERS. i don't remember seeing knickers. what a LIE! how rude of her! anyway mother found it hilarious and no one really cares, but tonight will be the first time i've seen them since the 30th so who knows...
just spent the week away at induction camp and at will's. we are so rock and roll - on saturday night we went to ikea. we went to buy a sheepskin rug, i found a giant pile of them and dived on top and then crawled into the middle while will yelled "deeper! climb in further!". then got covered in sheep fur. sunday went to see the boys at initial officer training, they just moved into term two. they seem morose enough. it'll be me soon, i'm looking at a september entry. please send me cookies. in september, not now. i went in the king air simulator yesterday - well i got to watch will and penis operate it. if i bat my eyelids at the boss and will flies good one day he'll fly me around! that's a little bit cool.
diagnosis murder is about a mime. why does anyone care about the death of a mime?