Some songs just make me DIE. And I mean that in an entirely good way. No, serious. Lunch time for the past two days have been just AMAZING in the musicness. Except for possibly Lauren and her excrutiating cats' chorus style of singing. One thing, Lauren: SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Thank you.
So. School consisted of some lovely marks. And (oh get this, I rock) I got a B in maths. Hello?? Is that excellentness 2005, or WHAT. And plus, it meant that our darling Krizza gave me that nice quid that she owed me. I warned you, Kris. No-one, but NO-ONE will beat me in the thickness stakes. Don't even try. It is a pure waste of time. I evidently AM as thick as I look, and if you ask me, that is an accomplishment.
I wish, at this juncture, to applaud a certain Gillmeister and his SKILLZ in shouting over msn. Impressive, my dear. Impressive indeed. Scary shit, man.
AND ALSO. I want to go chinesing. GODAMN YOU LOT FOR LIVING IN WALTONIA. ALL LIVE IN WEYBRIDGE NOW, I COMMAND YOU. Etc.
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