Ha, I'm loving having an underpriced flat and a council who (so far) aren't chasing council tax. Yip yip.

Right, on the foolish angsting. I decided, I'm 24 in three weeks and I can't be doing with no playing games. I'm not messing around with cryptic texts, I gonna ring him up and ask him straight.

Then I decided not.

And just texted him instead.

Words to the effect of Dude. Want to see you. Not sure why you not respond to first text. Call me, bitch! That was, like, 3 and a half hours ago, and guess what...?

*Le sigh.*

Told you, dude, it was like, 1am over here!!

Without wishing to be facetious. I am seeing flaw in your point. His loss? If he no call, it mean he no want to see me. Can't lose out on something you dont want. (shrugs dejectedly)

So I was wondering what happens when rack up more than two lines of friends. And the answer is, their pictures disappear.

it is honour. Like colour. And favour.

You can have another row. Ten total, then they vanish.

I got it, do that thing where you add a 'u' in the line above and draw a little arrow pointing between the two letters on either side of where the 'u' should go.

Well, it's been another evening of skulking on SG all night. I have racked up enough comments on the present journal entry to break my previous record, so i better update. Tomorrow. G'night!