Today was nothing special - I spent the morning patting ol' Beth on the arm, and pretending that I was useful, and listening to the live Milton Keynes album (I was there, incidently), and making a general prat of myself as I "danced" along to Minority (which I heard, when I was at Milton Keynes, seeing Green Day).
Mr. Holloway then regaled us with tales of his broken toilet, and its, uh, interesting flushing problems. A video of an ecstasy tablet victim was shown to us, in lieu of anything interesting. You know, I think we get the picture now. Drugs are bad, they make your brain swell, you die and lose money. We don't care. You have been throwing this drug nonsense at us since we were babes in arms, and to be quite honest, I now have far more interest in taking these drugs than I would have done, due to the fact that I want to find out just how long it would take me to fuck it all up.
So, this is to you, PSE people of the world:
Fuck off and stop pestering us about your druggie youth.
I made a nice card for Lizzi and her birthday extravaganza (which is being held on MY birthday, I'd like to mention) which was covered in bumble bees. I can't actually remember why, but I'm sure there was a valid reason.
I also painted Rosanne, as she was easier to paint than Kris. Sorry, babe, but you have Korean eyes, and they are hard to paint.
Nothing else to report, other than the fact that my head has fallen off.
Lala.
5 comments:
You forgot to mention the fact that it was an Adagio.
i hate you
You love me.
No doubt about it.
can we have sex?
Yes we can.
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