Hello, my chids.
Last night was prettttttttttttty fantastic, I have to say.
Even though my jeans got ripped in an embarrassing place, and I wasn't so keen on ol' Motion City (or The Matches, for that matter, but they hardly count. Except for the fact that the lead looked like EDUARDO SCISSORHANDEZ. Hell yeh.), but OKGo were pretty darn incredible. Particularly when we bumped into the glasses one outside the Astoria, and did the mad-grin-look-at-us-we-don't-know-what-to-say-or-do-you-god-of-joyousness. Ahem.
Then there was being squashed immensely by tall, ugly, sweating men. Yes, I mean you, Abi. And also the sweatiest man to ever walk the earth stood in front of me, and my face got squished right into his sweaty sweaty sweaty back. It was sweaty. I don't like that word.
Then we bought fabulous glittery tshirts.
Then there was trouble with Dark Mark, which was interesting, but annoying. What a cunt. Scuse my langs.
Thennnnn we walked home in tha rain, which was nice. Although many people were not so happy.
Today, we got up early, and schooled. In PJs. Which is always good.
And this evening, I was supposed to be going out, but alas and alack, I left my phone at Fati's and so no-one has told me what we are doing.
It looks like a nice night of Green Wing tonight, then.
2 comments:
I liked the walk home too.
I would like to do its again sometimes please.
It was just the right amount of rain in the right circumstances.
x
YOU COULD HAVE COME to my society of strange associations (which in the end I did not attend), because Prue is your pal and wouln't have minded.
WHO NEEDS TAMSIN GREIG?
Am I talking bollocks?
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