Eloy Sena

As per usual, I am sitting in the library, blogging as opposed to all the things I seriously need to do. Like stuff that I can't be bothered to recall. Never mind. Gee is sitting next to me. I'm not sure what to say about that. Well, she is making me laugh. But she is going for her Godalming interview. GodalMING. Do not go there, Gee. Stay here with all your fronds. I wish I had a letter on Russian Dictatorship. Actually no, I don't. I know nothing about Russian Dictatorship, however, one thing I do know about is Kris and Joe and their luuuuuuuurve. Awwwww. All together now. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. In my special, and quite wonderful opinion, they should get married and have 65 babies. All named Jason McGinty-Threshold. Bibby. I wish I was called Bibby. Or Slikas. Or Joseph, in fact. Sorry. None of that was quite true. Sorry. Sorry. Gee's influence is a tall one. I can hear poo talking. I'm not even joking. Gee is not poo. If you see what I mean. Which you don't. But that's ok.