Saturday, January 24, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
After I pushed Di down the stairs
I punched Monkey in the face
OK Fine
Maybe I'm not that sinister (Bek, do you still like me?).
Maybe Di fell down the stairs on accident (but the broken ribs & bleeding foot are real) & Maybe Ash had mouth surgery & I didn't cause any of it. [I'm not that cool]
And Maybe when I tell you I'll come over and take care of you, this happens:
I won't even fall asleep in my own clothes - I'll steal yours
OK Fine
Maybe I'm not that sinister (Bek, do you still like me?).
Maybe Di fell down the stairs on accident (but the broken ribs & bleeding foot are real) & Maybe Ash had mouth surgery & I didn't cause any of it. [I'm not that cool]
And Maybe when I tell you I'll come over and take care of you, this happens:
I won't even fall asleep in my own clothes - I'll steal yours
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Hey guys, guess what I like to do?
Oh, you know, just push people down the stairs.
it's true.
i did.
and her name was Di.
it's so convenient that she doesn't remember what happened.
i was just trying to re-create My Movie where the girl trips & falls down the stairs & goes through a window . . . I even worked it out so she dropped a bowl - it shattered & shards of that pierced her foot resulting in massive bleeding.
Who knew she was a hemophiliac?
Maybe she loves the Russian too?
You don't believe me?
You think I took to living in my dream world too seriously?
see! I'm not a total mentalist!
turns out she probably broke a rib.
and she can't breathe properly (do NOT make her laugh).
and her foot never stopped bleeding.
well, almost never
there's more but she can tell you about that
I sent that photo when we were in the ER to a my sisters & these were their responses:
"That should be the cover of a Precious Moments card. Copyright that sh*t & sell it to Hallmark. Send me a cut of the millions."
&
I feel like I can share this b/c Di was so brave about the whole thing & she looked so pretty through-out.
She also tried to steal her gown b/c it had everything she wanted in life:
blues
stripes
seagulls
I convinced her not to b/c it probably had the plague on it
oh, and it's dishonest and i hate people who steal
Anyway, children, it could have been worse you know
Now go to sleep, nanny, has more things to plan
it's true.
i did.
and her name was Di.
it's so convenient that she doesn't remember what happened.
i was just trying to re-create My Movie where the girl trips & falls down the stairs & goes through a window . . . I even worked it out so she dropped a bowl - it shattered & shards of that pierced her foot resulting in massive bleeding.
Who knew she was a hemophiliac?
Maybe she loves the Russian too?
You don't believe me?
You think I took to living in my dream world too seriously?
see! I'm not a total mentalist!
turns out she probably broke a rib.
and she can't breathe properly (do NOT make her laugh).
and her foot never stopped bleeding.
well, almost never
there's more but she can tell you about that
I sent that photo when we were in the ER to a my sisters & these were their responses:
"That should be the cover of a Precious Moments card. Copyright that sh*t & sell it to Hallmark. Send me a cut of the millions."
&
I feel like I can share this b/c Di was so brave about the whole thing & she looked so pretty through-out.
She also tried to steal her gown b/c it had everything she wanted in life:
blues
stripes
seagulls
I convinced her not to b/c it probably had the plague on it
oh, and it's dishonest and i hate people who steal
Anyway, children, it could have been worse you know
Now go to sleep, nanny, has more things to plan
Sunday, January 4, 2009
I'll give you £1 GBP . . .
. . . if you tell me where this is:
Mich brought me here
after I'd been whining like a baby (look how patient she was though)
about how all I ever want to do is see Beatles sights.
then I was like: wha? what's this? I'm cold! blah!
So, don't feel bad, I can't even claim my precious pound.
Anyway, I'm off to buy a wig before I fly home.
Mich brought me here
after I'd been whining like a baby (look how patient she was though)
about how all I ever want to do is see Beatles sights.
then I was like: wha? what's this? I'm cold! blah!
So, don't feel bad, I can't even claim my precious pound.
Anyway, I'm off to buy a wig before I fly home.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Guess who got a feather in her cap?
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