Stuff and things and that.
- Just redone my hair. I didn't have any gloves, so I wrapped two sandwich bags round my hands. I also decided to have a bath at kind of the same time to, save on mess generally kill two birds with one stone. The boiler's been out of action for about a month so I had to boil endless pans of hot water on the hob. I got about an inch of lukewarm water out of that. So, I ended up sitting there shivering my arse off, sandwich bags on my hands, with blue dye all round my face because one of the bags came off and I tried to pull it back on with my teeth. Brb, staying classy.
- The neighbours are fucking wierd. I was just about to watch The Railway Children (1970 version) when I heard some rustling in the backgarden. I creep up the the window and next door are climbing over our fence. I watch as they pass a plastic garden chair over and one of them stands on it; in the middle of our fucking lawn, no less. I open the door. 'Can I help?' I ask, and they have the decency to look faintly embarrassed. 'Er, we're just looking for our cat. We can hear her but we can't see her, ahaha.' I shake my head and close the door without saying a word. Jesus christ.
- My lungs have stopped with the yellow lumps. I still have a cough, which I do my best to keep Rob awake with, but the whole illness thing has dumbed down on the whole. Rob's getting a sore throat though. I told him he should stop giving head to junkies in the alley behind Argos, but he says it's something he just can't give up.
- Pablo's testicles have increased to such a size he walks with a decided swagger. He is testoterone on four legs. I need to drag his arse to the vet ASAP.
- I'm back up to my ideal weight! 112 pounds! I'd like to thank McDonalds, Greggs, the local fish and chip shop, Subway, and Burger King. Never will I put myself in a situation where I can't get food 24/7, it's too dangerous.
PICTURE FROM SEVEN YEARS AGO. WHICH MOST OF YOU HAVE ALREADY SEEN BUT I DRAG IT OUT AGAIN FOR THE LULZ. I WAS TOO GAWKY. ALSO: I never said any of this. They weren't FUCKING Ugg boots, I bought them from a special ski shop because at that time that's the only place you could get them. Also, they ended up letting in the snow anyway. I also like the way I 'claim' things. YOU CLAIM THINGS SOUTHEND EVENING ECHO.YOU CLAIM THINGS A LOT.
- The neighbours are fucking wierd. I was just about to watch The Railway Children (1970 version) when I heard some rustling in the backgarden. I creep up the the window and next door are climbing over our fence. I watch as they pass a plastic garden chair over and one of them stands on it; in the middle of our fucking lawn, no less. I open the door. 'Can I help?' I ask, and they have the decency to look faintly embarrassed. 'Er, we're just looking for our cat. We can hear her but we can't see her, ahaha.' I shake my head and close the door without saying a word. Jesus christ.
- My lungs have stopped with the yellow lumps. I still have a cough, which I do my best to keep Rob awake with, but the whole illness thing has dumbed down on the whole. Rob's getting a sore throat though. I told him he should stop giving head to junkies in the alley behind Argos, but he says it's something he just can't give up.
- Pablo's testicles have increased to such a size he walks with a decided swagger. He is testoterone on four legs. I need to drag his arse to the vet ASAP.
- I'm back up to my ideal weight! 112 pounds! I'd like to thank McDonalds, Greggs, the local fish and chip shop, Subway, and Burger King. Never will I put myself in a situation where I can't get food 24/7, it's too dangerous.
PICTURE FROM SEVEN YEARS AGO. WHICH MOST OF YOU HAVE ALREADY SEEN BUT I DRAG IT OUT AGAIN FOR THE LULZ. I WAS TOO GAWKY. ALSO: I never said any of this. They weren't FUCKING Ugg boots, I bought them from a special ski shop because at that time that's the only place you could get them. Also, they ended up letting in the snow anyway. I also like the way I 'claim' things. YOU CLAIM THINGS SOUTHEND EVENING ECHO.YOU CLAIM THINGS A LOT.