No, the closest I came was watching Tobuscus play some Happy Wheels while I ate breakfast. I've been having the most terrible but wonderful breakfasts lately. Terrible as in full of all the things we're not supposed to eat, wonderful as in entirely delicious. Well, if my father is going to bring these delicious things into the house, I can't very well let them go to waste. It's the lesser of two evils. In my defence, I did eat a clementine at lunch. I ingested the thing they call fruit. Don't fall over and die of shock.
I've been rejected for one of my five choices of university course. I am now so afraid for the rest.
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