My visa has arrived at OVC in George. Will be fetching it some time next week. Have appointment with prospective Sparky buyer. She sounds trustworthy :)
Golden brown, la la la la! Just went out for dinner with the pa-ren-tal-u-nits and had some wine, so excuse the blather... rinse... REPEAT!
OH MY GOD, I do have to work tomorrow.
With money.
Crap.
Was going to be all "yay, Vern blogged again!" but this whole positive reinforcement thing has run its course, so much so that his posts are more frequent than mine, thesedays! As always, a wothwhile read.
So I know that the Donnie Darko thing has, most likely, stagnated. And that Jake Gyllenhaal has been through WAY too many young hussy starlets for my liking*, so he's off the perve list (that is, until he picks up another tormented young man role and he's SO in there again!) To be sure, Leprechauns, there will be some sort of reworking of the rockit, probably when I sit at home in London, waiting for employment agencies to get back to me and Ian to finish work.
Things are winding up and up, my chest is toitening, toiter and toiter, as the time approaches. Allow me the space to gush, dear friends, because THESE.... ARE THE DAYS OF OUR LIVES.
AND I... HAVE GONE APE WITH THE CAPS.
Enough now. Tarra.
*yes, I'm talking about YOU, Kirsten Dunst.
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