Dear god, my head.
I awoke this morning in Leo’s cupboard wearing half of last night’s clothes, with a pair of wet socks in my pocket. Your guess is as good as mine. In actual fact, I have it on good authority from the boy Leo that your guess is probably far better. Oh dear. I would like to take this opportunity to make a full and candid apology for not being able to speak for the latter part of the night. Hee. And also for being a drunken fanny, when I could talk. Hee hee.
Ahem. But anyways. My head hurts, my organs are dissolving, and every time I stand up the ground comes up to meet me. I did however, manage to buy a rather splendid scarf today which I am most pleased with. And also a top. Yes. Leo thinks you guys are ace.
Anyway. Back to work. Lovely to see you, I think. Rosy, hope you got home awright. x
08-Nov-04 at 6:01 pm | Permalink
You were both very nice. And I was very brain dead by the time we got to Evol. I’m emailing a sweet though fuzzy photo of you two (pictured) to Bell to post here.
08-Nov-04 at 6:48 pm | Permalink
dear lord, no.
08-Nov-04 at 7:27 pm | Permalink
*waves Wand of JPGs +2*
09-Nov-04 at 7:07 pm | Permalink
I look like Jimmy Crankie in that photo. Worrying. Poor Leo. Made an appointment at the hairdresser today.
‘Just dykey enough, please’
Lol.