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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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Tuesday, September 27, 2005
I have flu.
Well, I have a sore throat and a whole lot of snot. And a distinct feeling that the snot is a by product of a leak in my brain. So I conclude flu.
And if that wasn’t bad enough I was victim of a spider attack this morning. The valiant Cheesy leapt out of bed on hearing me wail loudly from the bathroom, bounding in to find me snivelling over the bathtub, glaring accusingly at the evil spider that had fallen from my head towel. If I hadn’t had my insane paranoia about spiders in my towels and shaken the blasted thing first the little bastard might have nested in my hair or crawled into my ear and eaten my brain. Anyway, the brave Cheesy sent the evil creature to a watery grave – making up for previous evil-boyfriend-behaviour-whilst-girlfriend-is-ill, such as making me wash up (shocking), and taking pictures of me whilst snot nosed and crusty eyed (plain evil). I demand to be pampered like a princess whilst I am ill, damnnamit!
Anyway, I’m off to spend the day sneezing at a computer and hopefully passing my germs on to my less likeable work colleagues.
6:37 am
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