The Amazing Verb Form
Oh, British Gas. I think you just overcharged me £300 there. If you didn't, I am buggered beyond belief and will likely be begging on the streets by the end of the month. And, really, I just don't think I react like a normal person would to such a traumatising bill. Mostly I just laughed.
Reasons I am skint (even before amazing Bill O' Doom):
(1) I am going to Kentucky. Oh my God why?! It's the chicken dance, I tell you.
(2) I am going to France for Fangirl frolics in the Forest, otherwise known as Pierrefonds. This is self-explanatory.
(3) I am going to Aberdeen. There is a wedding. I promise to sneak a Stargate onto the cake. With John and Rodney. (nb. I had a hangover on Sunday because of you people. I also think there was puke on the underground. No hang on, there's more like, I VIVIDLY REMEMBER BRIGHT ORANGE PUKE ON THE FLOOR THROUGH THE FOGGY HAZE OF INEBRITY. It was a very moving experience for all gathered denizens of that Northern Line train at half past midnight on a Saturday night. Suffice it to be said, I was glad to get to Mordooooor. I did, if we disregard aforementioned sick, have a very good time though!)
(4) I want to go to Barcelona. Again. For no real reason except that I'm out of that one type of Spanish beer.
Please tell me I didn't miss anything?
Less to do with suffering-through-economics, more in suffering-through-Japanese, I am again in the throes of Essay writing. This means: write as quickly as possible on train in the morning. I was going to be a hard-working, conscientious student this evening, but unfortunately there was mochi sex, followed by pirateering.
Then, I drank tea.
Reasons I am skint (even before amazing Bill O' Doom):
(1) I am going to Kentucky. Oh my God why?! It's the chicken dance, I tell you.
(2) I am going to France for Fangirl frolics in the Forest, otherwise known as Pierrefonds. This is self-explanatory.
(3) I am going to Aberdeen. There is a wedding. I promise to sneak a Stargate onto the cake. With John and Rodney. (nb. I had a hangover on Sunday because of you people. I also think there was puke on the underground. No hang on, there's more like, I VIVIDLY REMEMBER BRIGHT ORANGE PUKE ON THE FLOOR THROUGH THE FOGGY HAZE OF INEBRITY. It was a very moving experience for all gathered denizens of that Northern Line train at half past midnight on a Saturday night. Suffice it to be said, I was glad to get to Mordooooor. I did, if we disregard aforementioned sick, have a very good time though!)
(4) I want to go to Barcelona. Again. For no real reason except that I'm out of that one type of Spanish beer.
Please tell me I didn't miss anything?
Less to do with suffering-through-economics, more in suffering-through-Japanese, I am again in the throes of Essay writing. This means: write as quickly as possible on train in the morning. I was going to be a hard-working, conscientious student this evening, but unfortunately there was mochi sex, followed by pirateering.
Then, I drank tea.