Welly, Welly, Welly

This last week or so has been insane. Absolutely, completely and utterly insane. There is no other way to describe it. I suppose, at least it hasn't been boring, though.

I have been to three plays this week, one about a psychotic caretaker, one about fairies and men dressed as women, and the last one was about vaginas. Hooray. I was shocked by the last one, to say the least. Aie aie aie. Particularly as it was Mylene Klass (yes, I do mean the Pure and Simple bint), and the whole Hear'say thing really put a damper on it. However, she was hot stuff, so she's forgiven for her past misdemeanors. However you may spll it. ALso spell. Look, I'm really tired, okay? I cannot be expected to spell correctly on only a few hours of sleep.

So, mostly, this week, I have been working. Yes, Tom, at Travel Butlers. But I DO have money, so that's okay. I've also been working at mother's office, and ALSO babysitting. Holy majoly. But somehow, I'm still not rich. How unfair. And I know that all my hard earned money will go on petrol. At least I know how to put petrol in my car, unlike some people, whose names I wont mention (Emma). I'm talking tubbish. As well as rubbish, but tubbish sounds good too.

Soon, I will have my two-year-anniversary of blogging. That is sad. Very sad, I know. Actually, I hardly ever write in here anyway. Which is stupid, because it entirely defeats the point of me having a blog, as the entire reason for it was for memory keeping. BUt if I never blog, then I never have the memory, and WHERE WILL THAT GET ME? Nowhere. That's where.

Anway, I have emails to send. So piss off, you bunch of scroungers.