my god I feel like shit. kill me. kill me please. PLEASE?!
had to do taekwondo in running clothes yesterday due to washing machine related incompetence. that was odd. plus I spent the entire lesson being distracted by the size of my thighs with tight trousers on....
a rather stressed destructo
breadlord came round to calm down for a while. then a rather stressed destructo bug came round too (although they operate on different desctructo scales obviously) much wine was drunk and dvdage watched. brad eventually tootled off about 2ish - somewhat bad given he has 2 exams today. good job he's an evil genius really... didn't manage to even attempt sleep till getting on for 4 myself. BLERGH.
so here I am with a 10,000 yard stare, listening to early portuguese requiems and pondering the fenton pub quiz. I hope to the high heavens that there's no sparkly codpieces involved. I don't think I could take it.
I just want to snooze. for eternity.
had to do taekwondo in running clothes yesterday due to washing machine related incompetence. that was odd. plus I spent the entire lesson being distracted by the size of my thighs with tight trousers on....
a rather stressed destructo
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so here I am with a 10,000 yard stare, listening to early portuguese requiems and pondering the fenton pub quiz. I hope to the high heavens that there's no sparkly codpieces involved. I don't think I could take it.
I just want to snooze. for eternity.