elysia

"Where's the fetus going to gestate? Are you going to keep it in a box?"

- Monty Python's Life of Brian



I am updating out of necessity. I no longer want to see that entry on my page.


Exam:
Official deadline is next Friday.
Personal deadline is tomorrow.
Actual completion date unknown.

Matters of the heart:
Written off. Life too messy to hand out invites to the pants party.

Mini E:
She rules.

Good luck:
I found a 10 note lying on the grass today.

Bad luck:
Am filing for personal bankruptcy next month.
Health problems not manifestation of Munchausen's, but are in fact ladygarden related.
Internal organs are in the wrong place, but yet am not in an excitingly sarcastic episode of House.
Question mark possible hysterectomy.
If my gynaecologist doesn't pull off her face to reveal fat handed twat Jeremy Beadle in elaborate practical joke organised by sick and twisted tragically unfunny relatives I might just have to stop making jokes about being barren and pencil myself in for a breakdown between toddler groups and food shopping.

Life in General:
Both sucks and blows in equal amounts. Prescription for bank holiday beers.













Note to self: pack splashsuit for next weekend in N'ham




Experiment involving box gestation. Is allowed out when able to go out and earn a living.



Also:
Must buy keyboard.
Spaces.command.too.much.effort.