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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
Age 23, living in sin in Twickenham with Cheesy
Likes
Movies
Books
Writing
Theatre
Hugs
Kittens
Chess
Scrabble (mostly beating Cheesy's butt)
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Dislikes
Vegetables
Arguments
Cleaning
Trashy TV
Pretensions
Public Transport
Pets
Rabbits-Bambi, Fern, Sooty, Pippa-all deceased
Dog-Sammy-deceased :(
Fish-CatFlap-recently (and finally!) deceased
Cat-Tiggy-still scratching
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Technically Rachel
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Thursday, December 18, 2003
What can you do?
You leave work early, leaving your workmate working late at your benefit, drive like a maniac breaking all legal and personal driving rules in the process, wolf down a bunch of food, quickly tidy the flat, jump on a bus and head to the cinema in Richmond for the all-amazing final part of the Lord of the Rings. You're even fifteen minutes early dammit. Only the boys are not. The boys most importantly with the card for the tickets. Smelly boys cannot make it cause they left with not enough time to spare for public transport errors (surely a prerequisite in London?) and got stuck in West Hampstead. Smelly Cheesemonger, Mr Evil (being very evil indeed), and not-actually-a-very-good-elf Sianodel. What can you do? Scweam and scweam until you're sick - that's what.
8:32 am
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