Oops. And damn.

Things I was going to bring with me but forgot:

Boots™ Spearmint Lipsalve. Not available here, and Boots doesn't deliver outside the UK. Bastards.

The journal I was handmaking for the Limey Girls. Argh!!!! I could have my mum post it to me, but I want to get the fucker done, so I bought one at the airport. Yeah, go me. I won't say what it looks like, cos it's a surprise, damn it. Heh.

Oh well.

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Okay, I changed the time on the computer. I was confusing myself. Is that really news to anyone?

Oh, and I reread this for the billionth time. Go on, you know you want to click it!! An whilst you're there, leave her a review.

( I had the wierdest fucking dream last night. )

I blame this on the spider convo I had with Libby. Who, by the way, I hope is feeling herself again.

Wait. Not feeling herself, but y'know, feeling better. She was a bit under the weather after a donut-and-iced-coffee incident.

Pervy bastards. Get your minds out of the gutter.

Today was. . .

. . .uneventful.

I learnt there is a huge Catholic cemetery near Angela's house. Apparently, it's where all the important dead Italians and Irish are buried. I am going to go exploring in it tomorrow. I will take along the digicam. I lurve cemetery piccies. Especially in Catholic cemeteries, cos they have the prettiest markers.

Speaking of Catholics, albeit not important dead ones, or Italian ones, or even Irish ones for that matter: I miss Liam. (I know, I know. . .isn't Liam an Irish name? Well, yesh, but. . .nevermind that.)

Yeah, so, anywho. There we have it.

And in other news. . .

Bob is instructing everyone to shoot Elves. Look:
IF YOU FIND MY LACK OF GRAMMER DISHEARTENING
FUCKING SHOOT YOURELF IN THE HEAD

Sorry, Bob. Had to put that here. I pissed my(s)elf laughing at that. And you can't sue me for plagiarism cos I cited my source. So there. Hope your bum gets better.