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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, January 29, 2004
Ah, pretty snow. Life threatening and dangerous when driving:yes. But very purty - so it's allowed. Seriously though, how much do I brick it driving when the roads are like this? A lot. I suddenly progress to granny-age driving. Obviously the longer I drive the cockier I'll get about this type of thing. So cocky until I crash my car. Then back to granny. It's like a car-driving life cycle, somewhat similar to Eddie Izzard's "looking cool.... looking like a dickhead" fashion cycle. If you don't know what I'm talking about - SHAME ON YOU and get your arse to a video store and BUY all his videos and watch them religiously. You just see if you're not the better for it.
Apologies for the prescense of D&D materials on my website earlier - it seemed like a good idea at the time, till I realised even I didn't understand half of it. Boy's game, you see. I suck.
Forgot also to put the big whoop out to Yappa Dog and Rockenspiel for they're faboo hospitality at the weekend. Rockenspiel employed many sneaky tactics to stop me tipping the topsy, but I did get two in. Wooo! Hee ho. Anyway, Cambridge is cool - but there's lots of walking involved for the pub. Walking?! Humph. Still, very pretty. So it's allowed.
Also beat them both at scrabble (note: very short game, in which poor Yappa kicked the scrabble bucket as she was presented with the letters EEESIII - I think it was an S. I do know there was only one consonant), and enjoyed a lovely roast dinner and nuked a la microwave peachy pie thing too much in that I was late home. Once more I have my bitter tirade against Tescos, who wouldn't let me and Babol in at 2 MINUTES past 4:00pm. Piggies.
And to finish - I do love it when things make me laugh inappropriately at work. Find one of them here
9:02 am
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