- Enjoyed 15hrs DeathSleep ™ after PM’s birthday. Woke up and wondered what day it was.
- Worked my ass to the ground in persuit of holiday money, only to be taxed nearly a hundred quid. Status=low.
- Realised that the lighter you are, the higher you bounce, irrespective of springy shoes on my nephew’s trampoline.
- Decided that I just *don’t get* the mass obsession with football.
- Got hit on by a knee tremblingly gorgeous doctor girl. And was good. Despite my obvious weekness for anything weilding a stethoscope. Pathetic, yes we know this.
- Felt extremely small, as my boyfriend got promoted.
- Felt scared as my boyfriend jovially hinted at making me his missus.
- Said bye to Fredski, who’s off to America for summer, then Canada for next academic yr.
- Tried not to look at the cute girls in the changing room at the gym.
- Sending clockwork logic to the printers *cue fireworks*
- buying a bikini.
- arranging immunisations against a wealth of fucking awful diseases. Did you know that a side effect of the rabies one is black gums? I mean, come on. That’s not even funny.
- Going to Felt at the Reading Rooms for more abuse.
- Working more. Paying more tax, etc, etc.
- figuring out how i’m going to get to t in the park, since the rest of the kids are coming from the opposite direction.
- Going swimming.
- Fresh pasta is yukky, and makes you fart.
- never leave cd’s lying around on laminate flooring.
21-Jun-04 at 1:20 pm | Permalink
> figuring out how i’m going to get to t in the park
You’ll be wanting to catch one of the shuttle buses. They leave from Dundee too I believe.
21-Jun-04 at 6:50 pm | Permalink
Yes. I found that out today. Thanks, chook.
21-Jun-04 at 8:12 pm | Permalink
> boyfriend jovially hinted at making me his missus
*cackle*
22-Jun-04 at 11:21 am | Permalink
Doesn’t bear thinking about, does it?!