Hello girlies... The island camping thing sounds super, it sounds like the kind of thing that you went over to do, which will be lovely. I can't write for long as I am so, so hungover I'm a bit worried I might be dead. Blame Georgie. She poured alcohol down my throat, even though I told her that I don't drink because I am pure. Now I am not pure. Georgie made me dirty. (oy, lesbians...take that filthy image of Georgie out of your brains this instant. And that includes you, Naomi.) Edinburgh is pretty but is full of morons buying moronic presents to celebrate the birth of a religious figure whose teachings they don't follow. Yes, you're right Jackie from Musselburgh. God sent down his son to save mankind so you could buy your stinking mess of a husband a linx gift set from Superdrug once a year. Why are there so, so many stupid people in the world?
Lots of love to you both. Miss you. Went to Nicols the other day and it was echoing with the forgotten laughter of happier times. When we were young and the days were long and Edinburgh was nothing but a castle and some heather covered mountains.
yo bee-atches
Date: 2005-12-07 10:26 am (UTC)The island camping thing sounds super, it sounds like the kind of thing that you went over to do, which will be lovely. I can't write for long as I am so, so hungover I'm a bit worried I might be dead. Blame Georgie. She poured alcohol down my throat, even though I told her that I don't drink because I am pure. Now I am not pure. Georgie made me dirty. (oy, lesbians...take that filthy image of Georgie out of your brains this instant. And that includes you, Naomi.)
Edinburgh is pretty but is full of morons buying moronic presents to celebrate the birth of a religious figure whose teachings they don't follow. Yes, you're right Jackie from Musselburgh. God sent down his son to save mankind so you could buy your stinking mess of a husband a linx gift set from Superdrug once a year. Why are there so, so many stupid people in the world?
Lots of love to you both. Miss you. Went to Nicols the other day and it was echoing with the forgotten laughter of happier times. When we were young and the days were long and Edinburgh was nothing but a castle and some heather covered mountains.
Sian
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