Although it's irrelevant to my post, cricket really is the most pointless sport ever.
Wearing a royal/electic blue t-shirt under a turquoise 3/4 sleeve shirt as well as my black Levi 544s and some black trainer socks.
Eating/Drinking nowt.
Hearing Scott Matthews - Elusive
Dreamt about must've been something drastic. You should have seen the duvet this morning.
Currently reading Judt finished Borrowed Light for the millionth time. Am now reading Junk by Melvin Burgess
Present MSN name Oh yeah - "LA is fake" - what, is it one giant breast implant and we, the people, the silicone within?
Talking to no one.
Last text from BoHo again.
Word of the Day Zazu
I had a pretty long day at work today. Over eight hours, apparently, and in all that time I did basically sod all.
I wasn’t a waitress today. I was supposed to. I was going to have my own box. But it was cruelly stolen from me and I was left doing nothing except fetching mushrooms and bacon and going back and forth with them for about half an hour. I then spent the hour after that guarding the mushrooms and bacon and sausages and trying to sneak bits from the hot plate into my mouth with no one noticing. I did reasonably well, considering.
After that, I had an unsneaked-dinner and following it with hours and hours of collecting glasses before just taking residency at one of the bars where I acted as a bartender for the remainder of my shift and beyond, as technically I did about two hours overtime.
Anyhoo, had a couple of nice chats with the very-much-taken Adam as Will rather spitefully pointed out to me. Therefore I shall not help him get together with any of my mates. Not that I would anyway, but I’m sure my nub is received somewhere. Perhaps in Mumbai.
I was going to do an impression of my nub being received in Dubai, however, in my head, the Indian accent came out very much Scottish with kilt, haggis and a whole sh’bangle of stereotypes and I just don’t think it would work. I think it’s best to leave it aloooooone. It turns out that Adam lives with Coop, my sister’s friend. Adam says it’s a small world. I agreed.
I had a lot to say and now I can’t think of a thing. I’ve seen Vee and Rhebo and Boho lately and they’ve all been cool. And I’m going to Espana in July. With Clem and Robozip – the two most useless twig-people I’ve ever met. It could be very interesting.
Roger, I do believe I bowled you over. You’re out.
Eating/Drinking nowt.
Hearing Scott Matthews - Elusive
Dreamt about must've been something drastic. You should have seen the duvet this morning.
Currently reading Judt finished Borrowed Light for the millionth time. Am now reading Junk by Melvin Burgess
Present MSN name Oh yeah - "LA is fake" - what, is it one giant breast implant and we, the people, the silicone within?
Talking to no one.
Last text from BoHo again.
Word of the Day Zazu
I had a pretty long day at work today. Over eight hours, apparently, and in all that time I did basically sod all.
I wasn’t a waitress today. I was supposed to. I was going to have my own box. But it was cruelly stolen from me and I was left doing nothing except fetching mushrooms and bacon and going back and forth with them for about half an hour. I then spent the hour after that guarding the mushrooms and bacon and sausages and trying to sneak bits from the hot plate into my mouth with no one noticing. I did reasonably well, considering.
After that, I had an unsneaked-dinner and following it with hours and hours of collecting glasses before just taking residency at one of the bars where I acted as a bartender for the remainder of my shift and beyond, as technically I did about two hours overtime.
Anyhoo, had a couple of nice chats with the very-much-taken Adam as Will rather spitefully pointed out to me. Therefore I shall not help him get together with any of my mates. Not that I would anyway, but I’m sure my nub is received somewhere. Perhaps in Mumbai.
I was going to do an impression of my nub being received in Dubai, however, in my head, the Indian accent came out very much Scottish with kilt, haggis and a whole sh’bangle of stereotypes and I just don’t think it would work. I think it’s best to leave it aloooooone. It turns out that Adam lives with Coop, my sister’s friend. Adam says it’s a small world. I agreed.
I had a lot to say and now I can’t think of a thing. I’ve seen Vee and Rhebo and Boho lately and they’ve all been cool. And I’m going to Espana in July. With Clem and Robozip – the two most useless twig-people I’ve ever met. It could be very interesting.
Roger, I do believe I bowled you over. You’re out.
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