She didn’t sing. She spoke like a twat to background music. Nuff said.
After not getting out of bed yesterday for self inflicted reasons, I have decided that the only breakfast I can possibly eat is one of these bad boys. Nom nom nom nom nom.
Just took a picture of one of my teddys. Camera said blink detected. Proof that teddy bears come alive when you’re not looking.
Left to my own devices, I will get more paint on myself than the walls. It was on my hair, glasses, nose, hands jumper, bum, t-shirt, leg and caking my feet. There was also lovely foot prints on the floor. I was my mum’s favourite daughter today :)
For anybody following this story, I have now finished watching season seven. I now feel like my life has no purpose. Season 8 best hurry up. And the finale best not be as dissapointing (although it was very relieving to find that my prediction was wrong) as the one I just watched. That is all.
I recently started watching House season 7 (by recently I mean yesterday) and I am currently just about to watch episode 10. I am almost obsessive about the matter. That is all.
Oh yeah. Did I mention? I love Hugh Laurie. Another old man crush of mine.
Now. That is all.
Philip: My number one old man crush.
This game is obsessed with Fergie so if you’re ever at a loss for an answer, this would be your safest bet…also the Queen…or Linford Christie.