Well, shit.
His soul has been flung to the rooftops ala Frisbeetarianism, and now he’s with Joe Pesci.
What a most excellent dude that Rufus was. I’m going to have a wee cry now.
Abs x
It also seems melata has deleted her journal, so that’s gone from the sidebar.
Here’s a tribute to a good woman, a good writer, and good Taminoan!
Abs x
So, I am actually rather ill, again, meaning that not only have I not slept since about 10 yesterday morning, as I got zero last night, and I mean zero, I have also spent a large time of the week being sick and other wonderful things I shan’t tell you. Now, this is very inconvinient for a number of reasons:
Also, I have read far more than is good for me - ow. back in a second.
Back.
Ow.
Where was I? I don’t care, I’m so tired and I can’t sleep. I miss you guys.
I can only offer as comisserations the ‘cat macros’, which I discovered recently, and they make me laugh, SO DEAL:
THEY. HAVE TAKEN AWAY. MY FUCKING CAT.
THEY PUT HER IN THE GODDAMN CAR AND TOOK HER TO FUCKING PORTSMOUTH AND THEY DIDN’T EVEN TELL ME SO I WAS OUT WHEN THEY TOOK MY CAT AWAY FOREVER. MY BEAUTIFUL BABY. MY FUCKING GODDAMN CAT.
ARSE FUCKITY FUCK ARRRRSE.
>>>>>>FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!<<<<<<<
WANKERS. ALL MY RELATIVES ARE WANKERS AND I NEED A CUP OF TEA BUT THAT REQUIRES GOING DOWNSTAIRS AND ALSO I AM OUT OF TISSUES DUE TO TOO MUCH CRYING OH THE WANKERS I WANT MY CEEKI BACK.
I so desperately need a cuddle right now.
So, my Mum broke my internet connection. Woe of all sorts. Therefore, I’ll nae be online much, as I cannae access it from home. At Ben’s, currently.
Dick Barton is OVER!
Spot the Abs. Better pictures to follow at some point or another. In the end, it went quite well, as Luke remembered his lines, and I managed to keep my accent up, if a wee bit exaggerated, during the song. And my kilt > all other kilts.
Och.
In other exciting news, it’s Sophie’s birthday party tomorrow, Christmas is in under a month, and did I mention my fucking computer is broken?!
“Goodbye is such a harsh word, isn’t it?”
“Quite so. I prefer… Au Revioir.”
See you soon,
Abs x
P.S. You all SUCK at the competition. There will be no prizes.
Online for the briefest of briefs, as I panic over the GCSE Maths exam that is happening TOMORROW HELLO PEOPLE WHY DO WE STILL HAVE HEADS?!
IN CASE YOU HADN’T GRASPED IT
MATHS IS HAPPENING
TOMORROW!
Yeah.
Having my hair cut tonight. Nothing drastic, just a trim. Then I will run around in circles, or ovals, or maybe right angled triangles which can be solved by either SOHCAHTOA or Pythagoras’ Theorem.
If only it was that simple.
Oh, wish me luck. Or just kill me now, by forcing me to bathe in hydrochloric acid. It’s less painful that way.
not squealing,
Abs x
It occurs to me that I sounded very depressed over the last two days.
On the contrary:
I am deliriously happy. Little things just niggle at me.
Having said that…
shitMATHSEXAMONTUESDAYshit!
heh. math sex am.
that has sex in.
heh.
Abs x
As half term starts tomorrow, I’ll be away till Tuesday.
You’ll all have to wait five days to find out if I got in.* Can you cope with the tension?!
*unless you’re from school, which you probably are
Yeah, I’ll miss you too.
wishing she wasn’t going,
Abs x
He’s WALKING. He’s COHERENT. Thank fuck.
(Yes, the above link is to The Sun. Don’t care. Made me cry.) The Hamster’s going to be alright! YAHOO! *jumps for joy*
HE’S OKAY!
Abs x
