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Bloody person who was stupid enough to set off the fire alarm at 12 midnight:
I don't know who you are or what stupid act you commited this time, but know that I hate you quite a lot. My feet are still stinging from cold, and an hour of time has been brutally cut from my schedule. Way to go, loser. Way to go.
No love,
Mel
I don't know who you are or what stupid act you commited this time, but know that I hate you quite a lot. My feet are still stinging from cold, and an hour of time has been brutally cut from my schedule. Way to go, loser. Way to go.
No love,
Mel

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:oP *ducks from angry Welshmen*
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Yeah. English and Welsh don't, as a rule, get on. Which is why people spoke to me in Welsh, as a sort of, "you're in my country now and you'll speak my language or get out" sort of thing. Funny language, too.
And, hence the song, "ALWAYS SHIT ON THE ENGLISH SIDE OF THE BRIDGE...DOO-DOO...DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DO...!" (to the tune of always look on the bright side of life...)
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