I am a foghorn Jackanory fuckabout fool
Save me they’re trying to tell me how I feel
- Hastings needs less twelve year olds, I swear to god there’s atleast a 200% spike in childbirths in the last decade, there were not crowds of stripe covered kids when I was experiencing my formative years.
- I’m about to munch my fifth packet of wotsits. I can’t wait.
- I had a very nice beef stew for dinner at the cooden beach hotel, have discovered I don’t like dumplings.
- I need to figure out a way to get my dealer to come to my Nans house where I’m looking after my aunt, his phone number is on my mamas phone and she will not hand it over very easily, there will be SAT style questions coming my way.
- The new Doctor Who has a really defined skull, he looks remarkabley British.
- I spent £7.10 to watch Letters To Juliet, I rate it a solid five out of ten and that five is purely for the steaming hot Gael Garcia Bernal. I usually love romantic chick flicks but this was just too queer. Amanda Seyfriend is not all that and a large diet coke and the fucking annoying Brit who she drops Gael for was ugly and really poorly written, I could not understand at all why they fell for each other.
sexiness of the day:
it’s not easy to look sexified in a hazmat suit but Emily Blunt makes me sweat.
I’m loving the whole ‘Madonna’ thing you’ve got going on, I haven’t seen tits that pointy in decades.
Walking to my nans would be a far better experience if I put on a bra. As it stands having scensters calling me a skank and men of a questionable age leering at me are not the makings of a relaxing jaunt that I imagined it to be.
slow down your bad self
I have at least a hundred songs on my ipod that I have never listened to. Why?
