'...this town, for her, was getting way too small.'
Well, bless my boots: it's August already!
The sun - eet ees shining. It's a gorgeous day and the next week and a half are going to be extremely busy. 11 days to go. The mixed emotions! The excitement. The sadness. The anticipation. Quite frankly, I just want to go out and get right royally pissed and slur my final goodbyes to the area in some sort of pathetic stupor. Why is that? I have no idea. Go out with a bang perhaps.
In all seriousness though, I don't like being drunk these days. Tipsy: that's fine. I'm not...I'm not growing up, am I?
In other news -
Last night I spent two and a half hours blowing up an inflatable chair only to find that when I sat on it, it bore a hole - nay, a rip - and my foolish labourings had been wasted. Thanks life. You c***! "But Joanna, why didn't you check to see if there were any holes in it first?" I hear you say. Well...I...I decided it would be best - for undisclosed reasons* - to simply not look for holes in it before blowing it up. How's that? Bastards.
Hey, this non-swearing malarkey doesn't seem to be going too well, does it?
Here's a question for you: What's better than marshmallows?
Marshmallows as a surprise present!
Well, that solves that mystery.
Can you tell I'm slightly over-excited and loopy-lou today? I don't quite know what's going on! Who needs drugs? NOT ME!
I think it may well be best to end this particular blog entry before the computer explodes from frustration at my blatent overall pointlessness. Tada.
*there are no reasons :(
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