Dial me a Valentine
Listening to Elvis Costello and nursing a blister on my thumb (suddenly, thimbles make a lot more sense) - I can't believe something that took so much time and effort could look so woefully pathetic. Worse still, I had to call in Ellie and Melissa for help making the pattern, so there were witnesses to my ineptitude. The traitorous harridans wouldn't help, either, apparently a Valentine's Day gift has to come from your own hands or not at all. Tell that to Harry Winston, Ellie, I know what Ty got you.
Speaking of Ty and his general jamminess, to spite me further he wheedled the name of the gym that I joined out of Ellie and arranged to be there during my induction session. I would have thought there was nothing more likely to induce murder than star jumps, but I find that star jumps in the presence of a laughing hyena does the job quite nicely. If he didn't have so much on me, I'd toss him in the bloody river.
Speaking of Ty and his general jamminess, to spite me further he wheedled the name of the gym that I joined out of Ellie and arranged to be there during my induction session. I would have thought there was nothing more likely to induce murder than star jumps, but I find that star jumps in the presence of a laughing hyena does the job quite nicely. If he didn't have so much on me, I'd toss him in the bloody river.