Today, I have been quite lazy.
I got woken up in the most horrific way this morning. Fair enough, I probably was being punished for the fact that I was still asleep at 12pm. I blame Lee, probably for being Irish and thinking some potatoes were getting delivered by letting her in.
I will now introduce to you, my hate for poor people. I was on the prowl for some run club uniform, because my brother and I are running the Nottingham half marathon tomorrow morning. We went to Sports Soccah, and it stank. I think everyone in there was singing along to Akon or the next Crazy Frog hit. Quite frankly, the level of goodness in the people in there was so far below me, that I felt physically sick and considered stabbing my kneecaps in. Get back to the chippy and prepare your shopping list for tomorrow: The Sun, a Mars Bar and a Can I can't.
I have been meaning to gloss my new housemate's room today. But I was too lazy and helped John move into his new house. I will now have to tell Chris that I will have to gloss another time, if I don't get it done when I return home shortly. John, who moved out today, has a love for carrots, and borrowed some DVDS of mine. We discussed a gig that our bands have in Leeds together, and MacBastard seems very excited about it. I am too. I like my band, but the drummer pisses the hell out of me.
Anyway, I am watching there's something about Mary at Tom and Joe's flat. I saw it recently twice, but it still amuses me so I'll watch it again. Rowan, you probably won't write on this tomorrow because you'll be dead.
HIP HIP HOORAY!