But since you said goodbye, polka dots filled my eyes
I made a really lost post and then it got deleted. Woe.
Basically, I would like to introduce to you my .
D'you see now, it's not my fault the way I am? It's genetic. He sat in that photobooth by himself, took those pictures, and hid them in the photobox so my Nan would find them later. Nutcase.
It's sad though, I only remember watching cartoons and Countdown with him, and watching him sit in the garden with various people I wasn't actually related to, muttering about clouds. I think we would have got along brilliantly.
This is what happens when you look into your family tree for your grandmother. You find strange pictures and people with wonderful names like Lorenzo Cornelius (my favourite family member EVER, and he's been dead 200 years) and the fact that NO ONE LEFT LONDON. Ever. They arrived in Bethanl Green and thought, oh, lovely, nice area, friendly people, let's never move further away than Shoreditch (which is, what, two feet to the left?). Once again, my lack of adventuriousnessicity, totally genetic.
No where wants to hire me :( I know, I already have a job, but I want to get out before other girl goes on maternity leave and leaves me alone to deal with the odd woman who sprays flyspray on herself and then stands near you. See my problem? Nuts.
And. That's it, I think. One of the Bens, the one that offered me money to sleep with him is talking to me again. I'm replying because I reckon I could get him to offer me it again and then I can do a runner with it. Mwahahaha.
Talking of boys I missed Platypus's birthday thing :( I couldn't get time off work, so I couldn't go. I mees him. and Ben2. And Iain. My loves of my life. Oh well, Christmas is soon. Assuming Ben2 bothers to come home for Christmas? I dunno.
OO OO I'm seeing Simon Amstell again! :D Same show as last year but I won't feel like DEATH like I did before and I can enjoy hearing about his cat. Yay. <3.
And it's half 11 and sleeping time for moi.
Basically, I would like to introduce to you my .
D'you see now, it's not my fault the way I am? It's genetic. He sat in that photobooth by himself, took those pictures, and hid them in the photobox so my Nan would find them later. Nutcase.
It's sad though, I only remember watching cartoons and Countdown with him, and watching him sit in the garden with various people I wasn't actually related to, muttering about clouds. I think we would have got along brilliantly.
This is what happens when you look into your family tree for your grandmother. You find strange pictures and people with wonderful names like Lorenzo Cornelius (my favourite family member EVER, and he's been dead 200 years) and the fact that NO ONE LEFT LONDON. Ever. They arrived in Bethanl Green and thought, oh, lovely, nice area, friendly people, let's never move further away than Shoreditch (which is, what, two feet to the left?). Once again, my lack of adventuriousnessicity, totally genetic.
No where wants to hire me :( I know, I already have a job, but I want to get out before other girl goes on maternity leave and leaves me alone to deal with the odd woman who sprays flyspray on herself and then stands near you. See my problem? Nuts.
And. That's it, I think. One of the Bens, the one that offered me money to sleep with him is talking to me again. I'm replying because I reckon I could get him to offer me it again and then I can do a runner with it. Mwahahaha.
Talking of boys I missed Platypus's birthday thing :( I couldn't get time off work, so I couldn't go. I mees him. and Ben2. And Iain. My loves of my life. Oh well, Christmas is soon. Assuming Ben2 bothers to come home for Christmas? I dunno.
OO OO I'm seeing Simon Amstell again! :D Same show as last year but I won't feel like DEATH like I did before and I can enjoy hearing about his cat. Yay. <3.
And it's half 11 and sleeping time for moi.