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Dec. 20th, 2008 01:04 amToo. Many. Zombie. Movies. Cheeks hurt from giggling. And The Descent, which actually made me screech and jump backwards. Cos I'm a big girl's blouse.
Cake tomorrow. Mmm Cake.
Cake tomorrow. Mmm Cake.
Dec. 20th, 2008
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Dec. 20th, 2008 09:01 pmI am super smart. I only spent ninety minutes trying to get in the front door. Ninety. Give or take a few expletives. Jiggle key, don't jiggle key, push down on handle, push up on handle, jiggle it a bit more, scare the cats, get scared by the cats, jiggle jiggle jiggle, eat muffin, oh fuckity fuck, my hand's getting sore, omg! it works! I'm in!
Wandered round Cark today looking to see if I could start that Christmas shopping thing. I figured it might be nice for my family to have presents to open on the big day, ya know. As the granny's being flown off to Essex for Christmas itself I knew I had to have her present ready for Tuesday when I drop her off at the airport (and then head into town to do the rest of my shopping. Nothing like a deadline, eh?) A number of DVDs and Cake later... Well, I have the granny's present. Just... not anyone else's. So pretty much all the cash I'd on me spent it was of course the perfect time to see docs at €50. *sigh* And me with a non-functioning laser card because Ulster Bank are fuckers. At this stage it'd probably be easier just to report the damn thing lost. The number of times I've requested a new one is getting quite quite silly.
Fifty eurobucks! Docs! The white ones with the embroidered flowers down the side are appealing, but I'm still leaning towards the bright pink ones. This is not doing my new-found reputation as a pink fiend any good. Might just go for the strange aminal skin looking ones, in green, cos, well, I've traditions to keep. And underwear to match.
So yeah, I has Cake, and DVDs and silky underwear for my granny to go with a few bits I'd picked up earlier in the year. The not-talc from Lush, not actual silky underwear, mostly because I don't know her bra size. And now I have tea and internets and everything is fine again and my vocabulary can revert to the 15s rating that I like it to be. I'm assuming my granny doesn't read this, but nanna, if you do, act surprised on Christmas day, k?
Wandered round Cark today looking to see if I could start that Christmas shopping thing. I figured it might be nice for my family to have presents to open on the big day, ya know. As the granny's being flown off to Essex for Christmas itself I knew I had to have her present ready for Tuesday when I drop her off at the airport (and then head into town to do the rest of my shopping. Nothing like a deadline, eh?) A number of DVDs and Cake later... Well, I have the granny's present. Just... not anyone else's. So pretty much all the cash I'd on me spent it was of course the perfect time to see docs at €50. *sigh* And me with a non-functioning laser card because Ulster Bank are fuckers. At this stage it'd probably be easier just to report the damn thing lost. The number of times I've requested a new one is getting quite quite silly.
Fifty eurobucks! Docs! The white ones with the embroidered flowers down the side are appealing, but I'm still leaning towards the bright pink ones. This is not doing my new-found reputation as a pink fiend any good. Might just go for the strange aminal skin looking ones, in green, cos, well, I've traditions to keep. And underwear to match.
So yeah, I has Cake, and DVDs and silky underwear for my granny to go with a few bits I'd picked up earlier in the year. The not-talc from Lush, not actual silky underwear, mostly because I don't know her bra size. And now I have tea and internets and everything is fine again and my vocabulary can revert to the 15s rating that I like it to be. I'm assuming my granny doesn't read this, but nanna, if you do, act surprised on Christmas day, k?