Mehr und mehr dünner werde ich...
So Friday night was awesome. I went out to The Court with Elise and Donna, which was supposed to be Elise’s farewell; because the slag is going off to Germany in a few weeks for a year to live and work as an OP *Insert insane amounts of envy here* However, we stopped at Java Joe before going out there and had a four-shot redeye each, then Donna
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so I wrote down ur number, but then lost the sheet of paper I wrote it on. Anyway, I'll catch up with you one of these days I spose, especially seeing as
OMG UR AT MY UNI!!!
*weird moment - not sure: did I know this?*
Anyway, regardless, it's implanted in my head now (it's a ritual. I have to have things told to me repeatedly before I know/remember them. No one understands... :p)
So anyway here I was starting to read ur journal and I'm like... "wtf r u on about? I haven't met up with you and I'm not going anywhere!" (yet. Give me time.... :p). Then I realised that perhaps you knew more than one Elise. Heh. I think you'd already concluded I was a dumbshit before now.
Being a Gero-dero atm but will probably be back within the next few days. Could be tomorrow, next week, 3 days, who knows? Anyway, a mate of mine is determined to show me all the merits of the cas so I'll msg u (once I find the #) and we'll catch up! 3 years is a bloody long time!!
From me :)
PS: What's with the French?! Ugh. Ik vind het een zo echt lelijk taal. En ik weet dat mijn nederlands heeeeeel slechts is dus als jij of iemand hier kan het spreken... hou op! :p
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The French? I LIKE IT.
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