Gnaaahh, I hate being ill. This sucks major elephant ass. Pardon my language and no offense to elephants.I'm starting to look like Michael Jacksons less attractive twin and I might have had the worst night in a very very long time. I had these weird feverish dreams with socks....and marshmallows. Plus it's not very nice waking up and finding your face resembles that of a flying spagetti monster.
The thought of burying myself under a massive pile of bedclothes accompanied with a box set of friends and my favorite men for sinful rendezvous called Ben&Jerry is tempting to the max.
On other matters, if I get to come over to the UK this summer ( yeah fat chance, I'll working my arse off at a icecream shop...hear the joy) but IF I do, I am so going to see The Wombats again. I just have to!
Okay this blog entry makes no sense...bugger it.
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