So 1am Kate responds to a slightly saucy-toned message with
'O you want me to show you how to make a house of cards out of paper doilies?', with not a hint of irony.
That, my friends, is why I'm single.
In other news, however, I've seen the same security guard walk up those steps twice in one hour. Something must be occurin'. O MY GOD the view from my laptop is so boring - the only way out of this library is by clawing through my essay, which is a less physical, more traumatic version of the Great Escape, which I had wanted to re - watch, but now feel like I've experienced it myself, whilst being entrapped in a sausage encased pair of tights.
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