Things that are poo:
Ho hum. All my friends are back at uni....
I have a house to myself and no one to share it with...
Pooooooooo
I am nineteen and I still say poo. A lot.
I have an unhygienic vocabulary.
I still don't know how to spell hygenic. I'm pretty sure there's an 'i' in there somewhere though.
I keep going to bed at midnight and then getting woken up at 5.30 by the cats I'm looking after.
I am well on my way now to being an OWWLOC; that is, an Old Woman With Lots Of Cats. Yes, the doom that is my fate -or the fate that is my doom- draws happily nearer. Hurr- Hurray... *cough*
I'm confused about boys. This appears to be an unending predicament.
I need more guy friends. Maybe I can understand them better if I have these instead of chocolate.
Apart from those, and my stomach eating me from the inside out, all is bonny and blithe. *does a somewhat pathetic lack-lustre jig*
I have a house to myself and no one to share it with...
Pooooooooo
I am nineteen and I still say poo. A lot.
I have an unhygienic vocabulary.
I still don't know how to spell hygenic. I'm pretty sure there's an 'i' in there somewhere though.
I keep going to bed at midnight and then getting woken up at 5.30 by the cats I'm looking after.
I am well on my way now to being an OWWLOC; that is, an Old Woman With Lots Of Cats. Yes, the doom that is my fate -or the fate that is my doom- draws happily nearer. Hurr- Hurray... *cough*
I'm confused about boys. This appears to be an unending predicament.
I need more guy friends. Maybe I can understand them better if I have these instead of chocolate.
Apart from those, and my stomach eating me from the inside out, all is bonny and blithe. *does a somewhat pathetic lack-lustre jig*