just a quickie!
aye up shnukkums!
Well no terrrrriiiible crap has occoured between the few hours I last up-dated (thats how exciting and busy my life is) Infact my mood has improved! This is a shocking turn of events as I was really in a stink earlier (both kinds of stink, seeing as I had a fair bit of eau de horse whiff surrounding me like a big green haze) Well first of all my mother attempted to bake a cake, this failed quite dramaticly when it was removed from the oven and it shrivelled up! My Mum used to make cakes proffesionally for people like Jeremy Beedle (now theres a claim to faim for you!!!) I wonder what went wrong??? She is now a diatician and tried to make cake healthy. I tried explaining that this is simply not possible. I failed. So the cake failed, but at least i proved my point. I like being right! it doesn't happen enough...due to my lack of braincells...but anyway it oked out for my because i got to eat the remains of the cake. It wasn't half bad considering it was made with some kind of shitty sugar substitute, but there was no way in hell I was going to admit that to mother dearest. Hmph. Then my favourite aunt that isn't my aunt came round gave my a birthday card and told me there was £50 inside which is a comforting thought. She also has lent me Black hawk down, with the inphamous Mr Bloom taking on a small part!!! JOY! mind you its a pretty shitty part as he is shaven, skinny, and breaks his back by falling off a hellicopter, (what a dumbass)but words still cannot describe what I would like to do to that man! Aunt who is not aunt then left and I settled down for the night with a can of cider (thats the cheapness of us Harlow gals!) an watched Bad girls. I will eventually end up in a women's prison, i'd prefere a male one though..(nudge, nudge, wink, wink.)yeah but they tend to be the murderous drug-head kind..mayby I will steer clear of that crowd. Noooooooooooooo I am spiraling into a new pit of doom!!!! My friend went to the pirates of the Carrabean premiere and met none other then Orlando Bloom. Got his autograph. And was generaly within groping distance!!!! I am turnig into the Hulk as we speak. I am swelled up with anger and green with envy. Dammit. grrrrrrrrrrrr! breath...breath...next time, i swear next time. I WILL HAVE YOU BLOOMAGE IF ITS THE LAST THING I DOOOOOOO! I am now quite deflated and represent a naked mole rat. (don't worry I am clothed)
well im missing Mr Norton!
astaluego
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btw i sooooo can't be fucked to spell check this so skuse the spelling chappies. toodlepip!
Well no terrrrriiiible crap has occoured between the few hours I last up-dated (thats how exciting and busy my life is) Infact my mood has improved! This is a shocking turn of events as I was really in a stink earlier (both kinds of stink, seeing as I had a fair bit of eau de horse whiff surrounding me like a big green haze) Well first of all my mother attempted to bake a cake, this failed quite dramaticly when it was removed from the oven and it shrivelled up! My Mum used to make cakes proffesionally for people like Jeremy Beedle (now theres a claim to faim for you!!!) I wonder what went wrong??? She is now a diatician and tried to make cake healthy. I tried explaining that this is simply not possible. I failed. So the cake failed, but at least i proved my point. I like being right! it doesn't happen enough...due to my lack of braincells...but anyway it oked out for my because i got to eat the remains of the cake. It wasn't half bad considering it was made with some kind of shitty sugar substitute, but there was no way in hell I was going to admit that to mother dearest. Hmph. Then my favourite aunt that isn't my aunt came round gave my a birthday card and told me there was £50 inside which is a comforting thought. She also has lent me Black hawk down, with the inphamous Mr Bloom taking on a small part!!! JOY! mind you its a pretty shitty part as he is shaven, skinny, and breaks his back by falling off a hellicopter, (what a dumbass)but words still cannot describe what I would like to do to that man! Aunt who is not aunt then left and I settled down for the night with a can of cider (thats the cheapness of us Harlow gals!) an watched Bad girls. I will eventually end up in a women's prison, i'd prefere a male one though..(nudge, nudge, wink, wink.)yeah but they tend to be the murderous drug-head kind..mayby I will steer clear of that crowd. Noooooooooooooo I am spiraling into a new pit of doom!!!! My friend went to the pirates of the Carrabean premiere and met none other then Orlando Bloom. Got his autograph. And was generaly within groping distance!!!! I am turnig into the Hulk as we speak. I am swelled up with anger and green with envy. Dammit. grrrrrrrrrrrr! breath...breath...next time, i swear next time. I WILL HAVE YOU BLOOMAGE IF ITS THE LAST THING I DOOOOOOO! I am now quite deflated and represent a naked mole rat. (don't worry I am clothed)
well im missing Mr Norton!
astaluego
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btw i sooooo can't be fucked to spell check this so skuse the spelling chappies. toodlepip!