When You're In Prison

I've been begged to blog, by my thousands and thousands of fans.

Well.

Rose, anyway.

So, uh, I'm blogging.

A bit.

I don't really have much to report, other than I didn't actually go to any lessons today.

At all.

I'm doing the spacious blogging thing again. It really annoys me, but I can't help it.

It really is

Addictive.

Like a poem, but less

Shit.

No, more shit really.

So you're gonna get the spaces, you are going to live with the spaces, and you are going to LIKE it.

And now I need the loo.

BRB.

(Haha).

You know what? No, you don't, as you are not me, and therefore you cannot possibly know what. Anyway, as I was saying, I am attempting to write a Christmas card list, and it is proving absolutely blooy impossible. Usually, it's fine, because I just wrote a card each to every class member, and a couple of outsiders, but now we are all mixed and mangled and I DON'T KNOW WHO TO GIVE THEM TO. For example, do I only give cards to the people I speak to at least once a day? Or to those who I speak to once a week? What if I forget someone, and then they get upset? Or, more importantly, I feel, what if someone forgets ME, and then my heart will be broken for all of eternity. I know who aren't gonna get a Christmas card from me though. Yes, that's right. Those mofos who think that it is okay to STEAL MY SUGAR AND MY MUG WITHOUT ASKING. No, they DEFINITELY won't be getting a card from me. Particularly if they have been drinking disgusting soup out of my nice mug. Gits.

Maybe I should give up on the idea of Christmas cards entirely, and just walk around the sixth from centre with a big sign on my head, stating, 'MERRY CHRISTMAS, ONE AND ALL'. And I could visit each person in turn (so that no one should feel left out).

Maybe they should cancel Christmas, and give everyones' presents to me.

I like that plan best of all.
Sigh. It's a pirate's life for me. Yarr.