February 2010
100 posts
I'm just about to leave for work.
And after months of unemployment, you have no idea how good it feels to be able to say that.
Listen
Snow Patrol - Chocolate
<3
Well, indeed.
“Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is far the best ending for one.”
—Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via cwwyn)
We don't have Girl Scouts in the UK.
Or if we do, I haven’t come across them.
The point is that they don’t come and sell cookies/biscuits door-to-door. And I love the Samoas that the American ones sell. So, here’s the deal: my American followers need to send me Girl Scout Samoas. Seriously, ask and I will give you my address and if you send me them I will say lovely things about you on my blog. And um, if that’s not enough of an incentive for y’all then…I’ll think of something else.
If I don’t get any within the next couple of months, then Tumblr has officially failed me.
“Reading is one form of escape. Running for your life is another.”
—Lemony Snicket (via alexleefitz)
HEAR YE, HEAR YE
Rosa has a job. OH YEAH. OH YEAH. OH YEAH.
It’s at Lush, by the way, which is harder bloody work than it seems.
One of my friends didn't know Neil Patrick Harris was gay.
I don’t think she’ll ever recover from the heartbreak of finding out.
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Sup up your beer and collect your fags -
There’s a row going on down near Slough.
Get out your mat and pray to the West.
I’ll get out mine and pray for myself.
Thought you were smart when you took them on,
But you didn’t take a peep in their artillery room.
All that rugby puts hairs on your chest.
What chance have you got against a tie and a crest?
Hello-Hurray - what a nice day for the Eton Rifles.
Hello-Hurray - I hope rain stops play for the Eton Rifles.
Thought you were clever when you lit the fuse,
Tore down the house of commons in your brand new shoes,
Composed a revolutionary symphony,
Then went to bed with a charming young glee.
Hello-Hurray - cheers then, mate. It’s the Eton Rifles.
Hello-Hurray - an extremist scrape with the Eton Rifles.
What a catalyst you turned out to be:
Loaded the guns, then you run off home for your tea -
Left me standing like a guilty schoolboy…
What a catalyst you turned out to be:
Loaded the guns, then you run off home for your tea -
Left me standing like a naughty schoolboy…
We came out of it naturally the worst:
Beaten and bloody, and I was sick down my shirt.
We were no match for their untamed wit,
Though some of the lads said they’d be back next week.
Hello-Hurray - it’s the price to pay to the Eton Rifles.
Hello-Hurray - I’d prefer the plague to the Eton Rifles.
Hello-Hurray - it’s the price to pay to the Eton Rifles.
Hello-Hurray - I’d prefer the plague to the Eton Rifles.
Paper Planes
M.I.A.
M.I.A. - PAPER PLANES
I'm feeling good. Just so you know.
