October 4th, 2005



Ya know what I'm going to do?

I'm going to get a bowl, a tub of peanut butter, a tub of Nutella *snigger* a banana and several severely crumbled biscuits, and I'm going to mix them all together in this bowl and eat the outcome.

Anybody want some?

*****Moving on**********

Woke this morning to the sound of Britney's "My Prerogative" blaring in through my bedroom window. Seems that my neighbors were going over to the old homes day in the park... nice one. Didn't go, though... ebil things, they are. Though I was very tempted to have a go on the bouncy castle.

Went to the pub today with Chocolate Moo Cow (Kathrin), Sheep (Sydney), The Half Dead Vampire (Xandra), The Super Horny Christian (Ace), The Tallass Elf Chick(Amy), and Jake. We worked our way through the 7 Deadly Sins (Virgin of corase. Let me go off to polish my halo now…) and I stole one of their shot glasses. I am currently drinking cranberry juice out of it. Coz I'm hardcore Be-yAtch!!!!!!11!!!!!1!1!111!!!!!!

Why do the girl's toilets always fucking stink? And why is there always piss on the seat?? Seriously... I am embarrassed for my gender, I really am. *shakes head* Anyway, yeah, there was a pretty young lady eying me up for the best part of an hour... Sheep told me to wink at her but I said no, I wasn't drunk enough...

So Kathrin bought me another drink. Cheeky cow!

And now I am home... and sobering up from the excitement. Actually... I've been pretty sober for a while now and I am able to type. Which is always of the good. Expect more stories and possibly some photos in a few days time. Super Horny Christian made us sing Britney... and caught it on camera... the shame.

Oh... and we came up with an idea for a new dessert... Smirnoffie Pie. And Fizzy flavoured pop will one day replace cola. Mark my words. MARK THEM!!

And now, if you'll excuse me... my lunch is ready.

*flounces off*

  • Current Mood
    hungry hungry

The Ballad of Steve the Sock

(sung to the tune of:Can you feel the love tonight?)
Oh one day I was shopping
and looking for a sock
and I came across one of plain white cotton
and found that it could talk

I bought it then
and named it Steve
and he was my best friend
we laughed and sang and danced together

just like we'd be here forever
but it all came to a screeching halt
when Steve got an STD
I found out he'd been fast and loose

with the shoes on my TV
so I checked him into a clinic
and left him there to die
and as I walked out of the ER

I had tears in my eye
for though he'd been stupid
Steve was still my friend
so I went back into his room

And stayed with him 'till the end.

So the moral of the story is, there's a reason socks aren't sentient.
  • Current Music
    Blue and Yellow, the Used