It’s late, I’m tired. I need earlier nights. Too tired to write up today’s actions. I’ll give ya the gist to wet your appetite. Just be careful you don’t start drooling. Especially if you’re in bed, nobody likes a wet pillow, plus when you wake up and there’s that dried ‘drooooooooool’ crust on yourself... yeah, yeah, that drool crust, that isn’t very sexy. Not Sexy at all. AT ALL. Nobody likes that. Anyway...
Gist:
Woke up really late... I mean reeeeeaaaallllyyyyyy late. And didn’t get outta’ bed till even later. This meant uni suffered from this. I wasted my day sleeping. Well I wouldn’t say wasted because I had obviously needed it.
Weathers been awful by the way. It’s been raining, winding hard, hailing harder. Flooding occured in the roads. There is a slight hill outside my flat. Earlier the hail and wind had cast quite a make-shift river in the road. Enjoyment commenced for myself as I people-watched out of the frontroom window. ( people-watching, good activity to past the time. Add bitching about these people for added fun).
I went to town with Penfold (Mike Roskell) and treated myself to the new GQ mag, which came with a complimentary The Times newspaper. I like The Times. Been trying to get into it, but it’s a quid. So a free one? Ain’t gonna’ say no. I don’t turn down much free stuff to be honest. (WHSmiths.)
Went to a special event at Topman. 20% off event. Think it’s been like that for male students for a while, and it continues till Sunday. Not really a special event is it? It’s all politics.
Passed time until Celebrity Juiced was on. Was great tonight, had a right laugh. Ate the leftover homemade korma curry, nicknamed babysick for its colour. BEAutiful.
Probably don’t need to tell you the exact details and inside and out’s of the day tomorrow, as the gist was a nice short way of clearing it up. Dreadfully tired, all my love, Anthony George
P.S sorry for any spelling and grammar mistakes, I’m tired in case I haven’t mentioned it.
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