We're having a PARTY!This Friday (6th) to celebrate Rhiannon having been in Glasgowshire for a whole year. And also, because Christmas is kinda far away and it's getting really dark
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i just finished making cookies at 2.16am. thought you'd like to know i have now become an americanised idiot insomniac.
they were too crispy [read, burnt] around the edges, the chocolate chips melted into one big chocolate goo-mess & they smelt of... something not good.
i'm not coming to your gay party. because you're holding it on my mam's birthday. YOU!LOSE, cunto.
i have to go now & wash up the mess from all those cookies i just THREW IN THE FUCKING BIN. i might have a glassful of gin afterwards. i love you; byebye. xx
Your baking skills will have to improve little missy if you want to make it in this harsh world of oven baked snacks. My mother had me perfecting recipes for cherry bakwells by the time I was 3 months old. Slightly chewy with a golden crust. And not even I was good enough to enter the Pan Pacific Bakeoff. It's a dissapointment she never lived down. These days when I walk into the kitchen, she simply turns away, weeps silently for a moment then leaves the room without even a backward glance at the girl for whom she once had such high hopes.
Eh hem, so anyway... Yeah, cookies are a bastard. As is your non-attendance. But I shall forgive, and ponder upon the megabus site. I can go down on the megatrain ona friday and arrive at midnight then get the megabus back on a sunday. Sounds ok-ish. Is it easy enough to get back to Boltonia at midnight or does it involve taxis? I'm thinking too much now, will email you later.
i did make egg fried rice for dinner last night also. it was a huge success, but only me & the nazi dog were here to appreciate it. the house is verrrry empty these days; people work late and josh & joelle have moved to far off places [leicester & huddersfield] to bum around there instead.
i think you should re-read that bit with some added violins in the background. i'll send up a string quartet, yeah? emo, of course.
we can get the damn metro back to mine, innit. & we won't pay. hell & yeah. i would vair much like to see you. *nods*
have a nice party. don't throw up anyone though, okay? good. xx
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PS. Lunch next week? Monday?
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Yay!
I think i'm moving into a flat approximately three minutes away from your house.
Oh Yas.
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thought you'd like to know i have now become an americanised idiot insomniac.
they were too crispy [read, burnt] around the edges, the chocolate chips melted into one big chocolate goo-mess & they smelt of... something not good.
i'm not coming to your gay party.
because you're holding it on my mam's birthday. YOU!LOSE, cunto.
i have to go now & wash up the mess from all those cookies i just THREW IN THE FUCKING BIN. i might have a glassful of gin afterwards. i love you; byebye. xx
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Eh hem, so anyway... Yeah, cookies are a bastard. As is your non-attendance. But I shall forgive, and ponder upon the megabus site. I can go down on the megatrain ona friday and arrive at midnight then get the megabus back on a sunday. Sounds ok-ish. Is it easy enough to get back to Boltonia at midnight or does it involve taxis? I'm thinking too much now, will email you later.
K xxx
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the house is verrrry empty these days; people work late and josh & joelle have moved to far off places [leicester & huddersfield] to bum around there instead.
i think you should re-read that bit with some added violins in the background. i'll send up a string quartet, yeah?
emo, of course.
we can get the damn metro back to mine, innit.
& we won't pay. hell & yeah.
i would vair much like to see you. *nods*
have a nice party. don't throw up anyone though, okay? good.
xx
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