"So, Like, Does Spaghetti Grow?"

Well done, Hannah. Queen of clever comments there.

Anyway. Gayorgy's partay.

It was... yeh. I don't know.

Let me think for a bit. Bacon sandwich time? I think so. Wait... I can't cook. AH WELL.

Be right back, bum chums.

Ok. So we have no bacon. I'm gonna have to get off my fat arse and buy some. Fucksocks.

Aha.

I have returned, an hour later, and full of bacon.

I got the weirdest looks when I was tottering off to Waitrose. Possibly because my hair was (is) a birds nest, I am wearing an odd tshirt, my retarded pink skirt, and some hiking boots. Yeh. Go me. So yeh. I bought the bacon, cooked it, and then my brother and I had a mad dancing spree in the kitchen. Jesus. That was actually SO MUCH FUN. Well, that's my sisterly duty over for another year.

Anyway.

Party.

It was fun. I think. I managed to get rather inebriated. Which was good. Because (as I told everyone a LOT) I did not really want to go. But I did. And, I think I enjoyed myself. Even if certain others didn't. *Hugs all round*. Eww. Why am I in a nice mood now? Get off.

Sigh.