Its a sad day indeed. To think that in 20years time there will be no pissing magpies outside a first year student's window in St Marks isn't even worth thinking about. In fact, I died a little bit inside. Fuck that shit. I hate this Global Warming malarck. So in fact I don't even know why I wrote it. Actually...I'm going to stop talking about it NOW.
Sorry, that was some breaking news ala the BBC website. agag.
Yesterday was a bizarre day indeed. Hannah's c**t of a boyfriend dumped her over the phone, in which when I gave him a taste if his own medicine, he didn't very much like. Boys ey? Pissing boys.
Hereby, we made the pact that she WILL NOT get tooooo sexy until after Easter. Good times. So, we decided to return to our roots of the ultimate man search ala facebook. Brilliant and good times all round; except, it confused and bewildered Milo, he felt he had to leave.
Returning to the kitchen to get our "sex on fire" Louise decides to inform us of her 'AMAAAAZING' tea. It consisted of rice cakes and fake cheese...and what was it? Ohhh how did she put it? "MORE RICECAKES". What a woman - and I believe a half.
Infact some mentalistic homework pandemic has hit the flat where we now feel that we have to do homework. Tres bizarre. Even Louise had her door shut. It unnerved us all. There is certainly a different atmosphere in the flat...we apparently do the washing up now aswell - meh.
So all in all we are healthy and alive. And I think that is reason enough to rejoice. Get to it!
(Next in series - GIRLS GET TO IT AT SILVER HIPS)
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