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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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Sunday, May 14, 2006
Oh it's all going so horribly wrong - I am such a lazy schmo. So much to do today and I've done... zippo. Ah well.
Working in Soho is fun so far - certainly far more interesting than looking at sheep in Shepperton. Still, it's a lot sweatier in central London, but I quite enjoy my sunny morning walks from Waterloo into Soho. Niiiice. Plus it's always nice to have proper shops at my disposal. Expensive, yes. But still good.
Went shopping in Kingston yesterday - man, that place is full of chavs. Nasty little chavs. You know, 13 year old girl types who sit on buses giggling like they're drunk and making rude comments about passengers sat near them. Loudly. I was praying for a psycho to get on the bus who might shove a flick knife under their bratty little noses, but alas... not to be seen. Never a psycho around when you actually need one, eh?
I'll go to Richmond next time.
Off to Manchester next weekend to be dragged round every shop in existence by my sister. We're looking for bridesmaids' dresses. Which means me being hauled around the shops and forced to try on a million outfits. Not my favourite thing. I don't shop very much and get bored and irritated very quickly - very much in and out of shops within minutes. My shopping in Kingston took just over an hour and I bought two tops, two cardigans, four vest tops and a pair of pumps. I'm that quick.
My sister? Not so much. I've been near-weeping a number of times growing up following my sister and my mum round clothes shops. They are both the slowest shoppers in existence. As a family it was always mum and sis, scouring shelf after shelf, pouring hours over two pairs of pants, and me and Popo, scowling and whining moodily in a corner. I'm incapable of spending more than ten minutes in a shop unless I try something on. No doubt down to some attention disorder. Either that or one of my father's male DNA for anti-shopping was particularly virulent when I was made and I've developed the hetero-male aversion to shopping for pleasure.
Still, it's got to be done. One way or another we'll be coming out of Manchester with a chosen dress for the event and that's good at least. Nothing more frustrating than standing watching your Momo and sis shop for hours only to come out with nothing. And the one major benefit of shopping with the sis is that there are frequent nice food breaks. Mind you, she's dieting for the big day so maybe even that's out the window.
Twill be reet. Fingers crossed she doesn't choose something yellow.
2:44 pm
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