OK so i have not a scrap of makeup for the immediate future, i will have to live with that. I've always got my acrylics if times get desperate...
Instead i have some pepperami, chew-ball-on-a-rope and several poo bags. D'ya think my friends would take offence if i turned up with that lil lot and shouted "walkies"??
My room smells like a hotel which is OK, i can work with that. The flat seems very tidy and orderly which is pleasing. Kevin is apparently panicking about being diabetic and doling out all his chocolate to us! Arriving tonight while it was still sunny was good. Everything seems better when you sprinkle a bit of sunshine on it! On the bus through fallowfield and i was thinking "Oooh how cosmopolitan; oooh rusholme isn't it funny with its little quirky shisha bars and sparkly gaudy jewellery shops..." (i was getting quite poetic about it, rather nauseating really...) Concluded i have a heavy case of SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder for you cats who aren't quite hip). That's about all you're getting by way of treats for now, until my creative skills return (yet another thing i'm convinced has been stolen by Sailors, the total is running pretty high right now). xoxo
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