I Am Also Doing Important Things, I Swear.
I become pathetically excited when an episode of The Real Hustle contains an entire five words of banter, honestly. "Carburettor's gone." "What's that?" "I don't know." THOSE TWO SECONDS EVERY THREE EPISODES ARE WHAT I WATCH THE PROGRAMME FOR, GUYS. Also please do not talk about cars, hustlers, or I will eventually cross you over with Top Gear and that will not end well.
No, it's too late; in my mind, the tragic disaster that was Jeremy's ownership of his Ford GT is already all the hustlers' fault. I'm not entirely sure how, but it will probably come to me.
In news almost entirely unrelated to hustling, I am back from newbie1990's house, where I had an absolutely lovely time and managed to forget all about my ARGH UNIVERSITY PANIC (this Saturday! aaaah!). We went for wild and windy walks and watched Scrubs and played Pictionary (you have not known madness until you have attempted to convey 'gastronomy' through drawing alone; this was not helped by the fact that I had somehow got it into my head that 'gastronomy' is the study of the stomach, which it, er, isn't), and it was generally wonderful and warm and I was very content.
Also, I got her to update her journal! Hurrah! I can only hope that she will carry on updating when I am not there to glare at her. And I'm not entirely certain that I managed to persuade her to write the Jeremy-is-a-total-James/Richard-'shipper fic, alas. dracothelizard, is your determination not to be swayed weakening yet?
I am aware that my meeting-Internet-friends entries are probably of very little interest to anyone apart from me and possibly the friends in question. But I do not care, because they make me happy.
No, it's too late; in my mind, the tragic disaster that was Jeremy's ownership of his Ford GT is already all the hustlers' fault. I'm not entirely sure how, but it will probably come to me.
In news almost entirely unrelated to hustling, I am back from newbie1990's house, where I had an absolutely lovely time and managed to forget all about my ARGH UNIVERSITY PANIC (this Saturday! aaaah!). We went for wild and windy walks and watched Scrubs and played Pictionary (you have not known madness until you have attempted to convey 'gastronomy' through drawing alone; this was not helped by the fact that I had somehow got it into my head that 'gastronomy' is the study of the stomach, which it, er, isn't), and it was generally wonderful and warm and I was very content.
Also, I got her to update her journal! Hurrah! I can only hope that she will carry on updating when I am not there to glare at her. And I'm not entirely certain that I managed to persuade her to write the Jeremy-is-a-total-James/Richard-'shipper fic, alas. dracothelizard, is your determination not to be swayed weakening yet?
I am aware that my meeting-Internet-friends entries are probably of very little interest to anyone apart from me and possibly the friends in question. But I do not care, because they make me happy.