|
[May 12, 2010 * 3:30pm] |
Is it bad that I kind of want to throw an ice-cream cone at the new Mayor's back? Just to see if it'll make him take his ceremonial robes off for once? I'm beginning to think he sleeps in them. I wonder if his wife's told him that when you come dressed up to the bedroom, it's supposed to stay there?
Just saying.
|
|
|
[Jan 10, 2010 * 3:41pm] |
I'm bored. I'm hungry. I haven't had sex in a while. I can't write. I can't sleep. And I'm sick of these walls.
Padma, lend me the kid.
|
|
|
[Jan 3, 2010 * 10:34pm] |
If Mo anyone's looking for me? I'm NOT HERE.
|
|
|
[Dec 26, 2009 * 2:56pm] |
|
I'm not the violent type, but I really would not mind at all if a certain creepy blonde woman went and died in a snow bank somewhere.
|
|
|
[Dec 3, 2009 * 10:26pm] |
It's official. There are too many women in my life!
PRIVATE TO TERRY:
So what do you say, my friend? Drinks? Hog's Head?
|
|
|
[Nov 4, 2009 * 2:00pm] |
|
Question. Where did the sugar go?
|
|
| (C) CATTINGLY. |
[Oct 12, 2009 * 8:56pm] |
( sellotaped in )
Oh. I KNOW WHAT YOU DID, RICHARD THE LIONHEART. DON'T YOU TRY AND PLAY INNOCENT AND TAKEN ABACK WITH ME.
|
|
| (B) caramalised. |
[Oct 1, 2009 * 2:26pm] |
I am officially allowed to operate the coffee machine without supervision ever since some lass left a rather large tip at the counter for me. I had to split it three ways because apparently that's House Policy. But whatever. At least I don't have Puddifoot hovering over me like an anxious grandmother.
Place still makes me sneeze. I'm not sure if I'm allergic to my employer or the excessive caramel syrup we put in the caramel swirl lattes. People, if you order coffee, for Merlin's sake, at least order REAL coffee with a little sweetening. Not coffee-flavoured sugar.
|
|
| (a) boxed in. |
[Sep 23, 2009 * 3:09pm] |
|
Boxes, boxes everywhere and not a spot to sit. You literary nerds can crucify me some other time. I first must navigate my way OUT of this labyrinth they call my room.
|
|