Ouch feck damn whimper crumbs shite.
All words to escape my lips about half an hour ago as I stood in the shower and cursed the day that God made the sun that burnt me so. But we have our settees. They’re so comfy. And they’ve arrived just in time for the England match. Yay.
Today I feel like a hump. It beats writing Year 8 reports and playing superdudes. It also reveals my passion for not really having to think for myself and simply writing something based on something some other person has written. I do enjoy being lazy.
I am a …
02. You are an inanimate object and you have the same capabilities as a mood ring. What are you and how do you operate?
My shop is called Felicity and I sell Felicity’s Fancy Facts For Farky Frowns [which are things that make you more intelligent *nods understandingly*]
04. Describe an item of clothing that has definitely seen better days but that you refuse to dispose of and still wear. Why won’t you toss it?
I would say my jeans but everybody says that don’t they? They’re just so damn comfy. I have a lot of underwear that I’ve had for eons. Some of that could be tossed out but I just don’t have the heart … it’s seen some good times!
05. Going on the belief that “It’s the little things that count.” what is some little thing that might seem insignificant to others that recently made you smile or gave you a really happy feeling?
Just the looks that The Blokey gives me. And the way he holds my hand. And the way he just got home from work to watch the footie and spent a few seconds chatting to me first. How sweet.