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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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Wednesday, January 03, 2007
New Year, new start and all that malarkey. Christmas has swept by as it always does and now I’m back in an office praying to be wrapped back up in a duvet watching crap TV and eating Quality Street.
Christmas was lovely as per usual up north with the family and the crazy grannies – gifts included a very useful TomTom from the folks (now I get to scream at Cheesm for its crap directions rather than his), a purty necklace from Fat Ass (along with other lovelies), and a rather delectable pair of ear muffs from the Cheesm (which I look so cool in). Me and the Cheesy one also purchased (for eachother and from Xmas money) a swanky DVD player which lets us play multi region and computer files – downloading joy. It also has a very clever hard drive which is brilliant for recording. We’ve finally been dragged into the modern age – though the video player hasn’t been thrown out quite yet.
Finally managed to see Wicked – twice! And it was equally awesome both times. First time I queued in the morning for frickin two hours and got front row seats – definitely worth the wait, although I have to now live with the fact that I AM one of the losers who queues outside theatres in a morning. Second time was a chance ticket purchase as me and Bron went to try and obtain Idina Menzel’s autograph and bought some tickets from a tout, which were reasonably cheap and actually really good. All the more special to finally see it with Bron too – we’ve been collectively obsessing about this show for 2 years now.
As for New Year’s Resolutions, I resolve not to make any. Yet. After some thought I have realised that January has to be the worst possible time of the year to try and hold down any kind of resolution. It’s cold, wet and dark – you’re broke and fat and on some kind of sugar comedown and thus rather depressed. It is not a time to be denying yourself goodies, or motivating yourself into new activities – it is a hibernating month. Therefore I have decided my New Year resolutions shall take place on my birthday which is in March – beginning in Spring. A time for new starts. Of course the imminent depression at turning 27 may well counteract all that, but I figure it’s worth a shot.
Had a splendid New Year’s Eve ice skating at Hampton Court. Me and the Cheesm got to celebrate our 6 year anniversary with him falling on his arse – we I found rather sweetly appropriate. Those of you who know the Cheesm know him to be rather smugly good at everything. Take him ice-skating and watch him spinning in uncontrollable circle and you’ll feel better. Unless you’re as bad at it as him, in which case I’d recommend another route to smugness.
Right, back to work with me.
Happy New Year!
9:10 am
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