Rubbing my hands in evil delight - There’s f-all getting ‘rubbed’ here that’s for sure! 7 more days till a clean slate. Wow it’s so shiny! Like my head on a summer’s day! Or one pissing it down with rain for that matter.
There’s truly not the slightly bit of meta-physical influence in my life. Just the hazy-wavy puff, puff, give minus a hop, skip, and a jump off the back of an ebay raise. We’re all in. - Least I am For the long run off a short cliff. Ouuu we’re lemmings!!
These days I’m the bridge building, fire starter. I swallow gasoline and spit fire. Except I don’t. Not really the last 2 months. Ouu and life’s been puuurfect. Kinda, really. Excuse my ass in the clouds but I’m doing the Ostrich.
I’ll even cook you dinner providing you don’t forget dessert. - Did I get the right spelling without my trusty F7? But then I don’t trust very easily now do I? Look what happens when I listen to myself!
They’re mad. Mad. Mad I tellz you! Why waste all that time with the saucepan? Silly, silly housemates. Right, add the milk to the kettle… Who knew. Well apparently everyone save me! The first visible signs of my epic fail were the foaming bits of milk frothing gallantly over the tip of the kettle. The 2nd and 3rd signs of my epic fail were the looks of the newly boiled milk, and the horrendous mess at the bottom of the kettle once I’d tipped the milk out. But I was right. I’ve never had such quick porridge!
The house is still alive and standing despite the death trap that are the electrics, plumbing, pretty much anything and everything! The dishwater electrocutes, the shower’s leak, the lights explode rather too frequently, truly I’m taking my invaluable life into my hands every time I move!
Providing of course the flat doesn’t implode in the mean time? I’ll probably return to my step-blog for another entry. It’s not OD but then, after such an exhaustive search, it appears there’s no where quite like OD?.
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