Sigh

Today, I actually revised. Oh em gee, I hear you say. That's right. Me, Cassandy Bowmen. I revisled. Well, for a bit. Until Krease and Slickarse turned up at my doorstep. They are cuteness in a bucket. Even if the big rugby man broke my chair. However, I fixed it. I am more handy than a handy man at his best.

However, I am now bored. And so so so tired. I really can't think any more. Perhaps I have accidently shoved my brain out of my head, whilst leaning against the radiator. That sounds quite likely. I have just checked the radiator. There is no brain by it, although my Busted calendar has sneaked its way behind it. I think that was Joe's fault. Again.

I am quite liking this mini paragraph malarky. It kind of segregates my thoughts. I like that. I prevents me from going off at a tangent. Although, I probably will, as it is far more interesting to go off on tangents. Like in Abi's blog. Oh I love her tangentness. I really want to go to hers tomorrow, but I can't get home. I am going to have to beg someone for eine lifty. Damn. I tangified again. I won't do it in future.

My father is putting disgusting images into my head. Why does he say gross things? WHY? IT IS NOT FUNNY. YOU ARE NOT A TWELVE YEAR OLD BOY ANYMORE, AND YOU SHOULD NOT FIND THE PHRASE 'ANAL SEEPAGE' FUNNY. Sorry about that. But you know.

I really don't know why I'm looking forward to going to Abi's so much. I haven't a clue. But it is going to be extra-groovy-happy-fun-time. Which is always good. I love Abi's house a lot. It is so much fun, and so comfy and so yayful. I'm gonna move in with her. I am sure that she will not mind.

And Thomas, please do not make comments about the amount of chins that my face owns. If I am so ugly, why do you fancy me so much? Answer me THAT ONE, Blondey.