i believe i have a knack for this shit...
most unbelievable ditziness has overwhelmed me since becoming a car owner, though the first incidence of vehicular weirdness wasn't my fault - i returned to my baby after his first night in my clutches facing in the opposite direction than he'd been parked. i have witnesses, i'm not going crazy. the west country is a strange and mysterious place
today i went to the supermarket, faddled about and went to pay, HEART ATTACK wallet not in bag when definitely there earlier. visions of leaving by the pay n display machine. turned out it was waiting for me on the FUCKING ROOF. IDIOT.
the trains in this country, as i have said before and will say again, SUCK. this morning my beloved booyah was supposed to be coming home for the first time in forever. she hasn't had her wages through yet so she was stranded in london... i try to buy a ticket for her to pick up. apparently this cannot be done as only the card holder can pick up the ticket. i was informed i'd have to visit my station and get a SILK ticket (!). this was not as smooth as i'd envisioned however as this type of ticket can only be a single and has a 10 quid administrative fee. WHAT. THE. FUCK? she is however allowed to get on the train and give the conductor an address to bill her at. DUMB DUMB DUMB. it's a wasting of time day
i have eaten too many crumpets.
it's ok i need to line my stomach for the crazy debauched birthday of guam night ahead
did i tell you i went on a date?! i don't know about you other british people, but the whole dating thing seems sooooo weird to me. nothing romantic came of it but i'd like him to be my friend, i just didn't feel any... you know, stuff. speaking of... you know, stuff; i watched thelma and louise again last night and if anyone knows a michael madsen lookalike send him to me please. melting.
most unbelievable ditziness has overwhelmed me since becoming a car owner, though the first incidence of vehicular weirdness wasn't my fault - i returned to my baby after his first night in my clutches facing in the opposite direction than he'd been parked. i have witnesses, i'm not going crazy. the west country is a strange and mysterious place
today i went to the supermarket, faddled about and went to pay, HEART ATTACK wallet not in bag when definitely there earlier. visions of leaving by the pay n display machine. turned out it was waiting for me on the FUCKING ROOF. IDIOT.
the trains in this country, as i have said before and will say again, SUCK. this morning my beloved booyah was supposed to be coming home for the first time in forever. she hasn't had her wages through yet so she was stranded in london... i try to buy a ticket for her to pick up. apparently this cannot be done as only the card holder can pick up the ticket. i was informed i'd have to visit my station and get a SILK ticket (!). this was not as smooth as i'd envisioned however as this type of ticket can only be a single and has a 10 quid administrative fee. WHAT. THE. FUCK? she is however allowed to get on the train and give the conductor an address to bill her at. DUMB DUMB DUMB. it's a wasting of time day
i have eaten too many crumpets.
it's ok i need to line my stomach for the crazy debauched birthday of guam night ahead
did i tell you i went on a date?! i don't know about you other british people, but the whole dating thing seems sooooo weird to me. nothing romantic came of it but i'd like him to be my friend, i just didn't feel any... you know, stuff. speaking of... you know, stuff; i watched thelma and louise again last night and if anyone knows a michael madsen lookalike send him to me please. melting.
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my journal is a joke.
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