That shall I talk to you about today?
I'm listening to Mornings by Portugal The Man. I've heard worse (Y)
I'm sat crossed legged on my bedroom floor.
I would write you a poem, but what would it be about? (you may leave a comment with sensible ideas)
I want to read Water for Elephants. The reviews have been good, but its only £6.99. That means the publisher thinks it's crap.
This is one self centered monologue blog.
I have an overdue library DVD. It was due in on the 9th. Oops.
I'm dressing up as a penguin tonight for some waitress job for some 40 year old's 40th birthday (£30 for the iPod fund)
I'm now listening to Better Than Love by Hurts. YouTube it.
I'm going shopping later. But before the later when I help a gnome spill and spray Bubbly over the 40 year old's guests. 70 bottles. Fizz Pop Bang. hows that Snap, Crackle and Pop, did I do it right?
I'm going now.
Bye.
The Olympic Torch xx
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