Puppet On A String
Hannah, the arch-overlord of the universe, is making me write an entry. Something has been eating her flour in the kitchen, and our prime suspects are our old ratty friends, new mice, or comedy moose. I don't believe her claims that she found shed antlers in a drawer. Our house is crazy.
La dissertacion is but a distant memory. We celebrated by drinking chocolate milkshake, and then I think there were further shenanigans, and it was all last week, and I can't remember. I've got two essays and an exam and Hannah has just noticed that my foot is inexplicably purple. How peculiar.
Not much is going on of late. Saturday night was a musos-in-the-Impy night, with hilarities and the terrifying experience of being subsumed into Ben's moobs and watching Ian wiggling his eyebrows at Laura. I texted him afterwards to point out that her name isn't Hannah.
Sarah has just made a revelation - she has been photographed in her pants today! She claims it was in the hospital, but we expect her to appear in next month's FHM. She's a flasher!
I may be going to Rome with Cat at the end of June to visit Holly, and am definitely going to Cardiff this Saturday. Meeeeeeeeeep, with potential squee-age, or murder. We can't decide.
La dissertacion is but a distant memory. We celebrated by drinking chocolate milkshake, and then I think there were further shenanigans, and it was all last week, and I can't remember. I've got two essays and an exam and Hannah has just noticed that my foot is inexplicably purple. How peculiar.
Not much is going on of late. Saturday night was a musos-in-the-Impy night, with hilarities and the terrifying experience of being subsumed into Ben's moobs and watching Ian wiggling his eyebrows at Laura. I texted him afterwards to point out that her name isn't Hannah.
Sarah has just made a revelation - she has been photographed in her pants today! She claims it was in the hospital, but we expect her to appear in next month's FHM. She's a flasher!
I may be going to Rome with Cat at the end of June to visit Holly, and am definitely going to Cardiff this Saturday. Meeeeeeeeeep, with potential squee-age, or murder. We can't decide.