Autumnal winds blow. Or something.
God, I feel like I haven’t written any nonsense for ages. I’ve been ill. Honest! Evil headache sore-throat combo from hell. The only plus side to this is that I’ve managed to spend alot of time in bed reading The Master and Margarita (in English unfortunately), which is just ace.
Anyway, in my absense I find out that my extended lunch hour did not go unnoticed by the carpet-jumpered freak, she actually concluded that I must have gone to a job interview. Hehehehe. I think I’ll let her think that. Next time, I’ll disappear off to town in my smartest shirt (ironed) and clean shoes…but coming back smelling of beer is always a dead giveaway. Feck.
Fucking shitty fucking wank-badger weather. It’s cocking awful. It feels like autumn and I *reeeally* don’t like autumn. I have procured a couple of bottles of Russia’s finest vodka and am trying to organise a vodka picnic in the park. Wanna come? This is not helped by the bloody rain. To be fair, Bea didn’t exactly seem enthused with the idea of vodka and cheese - but I just know it will be fab (have some faith, dear. When have I ever been wrong about vodka? Errr, don’t answer that actually.)
Also, I feel like I want to put a picture here. And I don’t know what of. Hmmm. I’ll pick a random image off my hard drive and shove it here, how does that sound? If you’re lucky it will be porn…if not, it’ll probably be of the septic tank in Moscow.
Oooo, hard drive roulette. Excellent.
Moosh
Tags: The master and margarita, Carpet jumpered freak, Vodka picnic, Hard drive roulette
