ugh. what a day
so far, so stupid.
what a mess.. the washing machine won't complete its cycle properly. i almost lose the ticket for getting dads watych back- it was under a couple of old photos. then because i find it two minutes too late, i miss the bus, so i have to hang around here till 12.15 to get the next one.
its not good.
and i can't even think of anything else to write.
so i shall end this mis-somethinged whatever here.
3 comments:
hey, i hear from gordons parents that your having a party or something tonight... hope you have fun! i'd stick my nose up at you for not inviting me, but i don't really mind. good to see your blog isn't dead, the blogging undertakers is filled to bursting i hear.
From my parents? Hmm... But I forgot to tell them until I was at Suzi's door... no wait, I assume you phoned me once I was there... ok, too much, I am confused... And yeah, bloggings not what it used to be - I'm only online at extreme hours of the day now (12.20 at the mo) and never have enough energy to write a post, yet not spontaneous enough to do short titbits... Ah well...
Suzi, you poor thing, all that hassle and you missed the bus. Dearie me. Still, your booze-fueled party would've cheered you up...
Tim Burtons wee book thingie. Just realised where your title came from, along with Jimmy, the Hideous Penguin Boy.
Me smart.
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