For you and me, but naught Dupree!** You look at me, I look at you, I bite you!
C'est moi!. Ein litta post. Jeg har vært jævli' syk, jeg sier det bare altså. Senest på fredag foretok jeg meg en massemanipulativ .. move? Og idag spiste jeg vannbakkels med krem, pga fastelaven. Jaja. Og i går satt jeg i badstuen til det rant av meg. Eg likar det.
But whatever, the flu really sucks major tefke dick, I hollah!. I r currently doped out on codein, in order to survive my cough. I sound like those old cars with which you always have trouble igniting the engine? Those who cough and cough and cough without never really starting. Grr. It's quite maddening.
Enough of this!
I like, and reccomend, Mika. Particularly the song Grace Kelly. It's real feel-good.Feel good. Kelleh. Freddeh. ChaChiing-eh!
Love brother, brother. Love today!
What can I say? I've been in bed all day, reading Eldest. Don't laugh. I know. Just don't laugh. I kinda like it, honestly. Hihi, the movie is far more crappy. The book is just slightly so.
I need to write something about my mother though. She is tremendously..Dull. She definately has, somehow, managed to enchant Mort with that dullness though. It's amazing. It makes me sigh. When we're discussing things at the dinner-table, she has a nack of silencing everyone so that she can talk to Mort alone, in the most extremely dull way. Amagad. Amagad.
-cracks whip at her ludicrous genebank, to have them line up and behave (to no avail)- What am I supposed to do with all this? I'm doomed.