- Location:your pants
- Mood:
amused
Not to beat a dark horse or anything, but I'd have to say it would be winning the heart of the inestimably lovely George Harrison. ::swoons::
- Location:bed
- Mood:
nostalgic - Music:"our" song C:
Think I would tell Stu both... and also "I miss you", and "well, look at me, mate, I only beat you out by a few years, didn't I?" Hmm. Wonder how I'm going to die.
- Location:up a tree
- Mood:
contemplative - Music:birdies tweeting
Eh. I've spent whole days doing it. I can be very inert sometimes.
- Location:bed
- Mood:
tired - Music:something rattling somewhere
Depends on who. If it was George, then yes.
- Location:kitchen
- Mood:
amused - Music:myself humming the noshing-because-I'm-bored song
Well, I skipped tea once because I was cleaning my desk out. Does that count?
- Location:couch
- Mood:
dorky - Music:humming to myself, hmm mm mmmm
- Location:the floor
- Mood:
snnrrrrrk - Music:Some kind of American folk nastiness
Well...
1. I have a drinking problem.
2. I feel really, seriously, terribly inadequate sometimes.
3. I like pudding.
1. I have a drinking problem.
2. I feel really, seriously, terribly inadequate sometimes.
3. I like pudding.
- Location:kitchen
- Mood:
confused - Music:clinking ice cubes!
Yeah, I think it's "love". ...narsty. ::grimaces::
- Location:bed
- Mood:
silly - Music:a sodding chorus of angels
I've always thought ventriloquist dummies were pretty uncalled for.
- Location:the roof
- Mood:
high - Music:storks of the sort that live in chimneypots
Sometimes I wish I knew how to say something really filthy in French. Like right now.
- Location:kitchen
- Mood:
bored - Music:George calling Paul a tit
I'm tempted to say it was "whore, make me a sandwich". But that might be exaggerating just a wee bit.
- Location:the fridge
- Mood:
hungry - Music:that heavenly humming sound
Not in an EMERGENCY, no.
- Location:under the bus
- Mood:
chipper - Music:tripping on tangerine seeds
Lollipop lollipop
Oh lolli lolli lolli
Lollipop lollipop.....
Call my baby lollipop
Tell you why
His kiss is sweeter than an apple pie
And when he does his shaky rockin' dance
Man, I haven't got a chance
I call him
Lollipop lollipop
Oh lolli lolli lolli
Lollipop lollipop.....
Sweeter than candy on a stick
Huckleberry, cherry or lime
If you had a choice
He'd be your pick
But lollipop is mine
Lollipop lollipop
Oh lolli lolli lolli
Lollipop lollipop.....
Crazy way he thrills me
Tell you why
Just like a lightning from the sky
He loves to kiss me till I can't see straight
GEE, MY LOLLIPOP IS GREAT
I call him
Lollipop lollipop
Oh lolli lolli lolli
Lollipop lollipop.....
Oh lolli lolli lolli
Lollipop lollipop.....
Call my baby lollipop
Tell you why
His kiss is sweeter than an apple pie
And when he does his shaky rockin' dance
Man, I haven't got a chance
I call him
Lollipop lollipop
Oh lolli lolli lolli
Lollipop lollipop.....
Sweeter than candy on a stick
Huckleberry, cherry or lime
If you had a choice
He'd be your pick
But lollipop is mine
Lollipop lollipop
Oh lolli lolli lolli
Lollipop lollipop.....
Crazy way he thrills me
Tell you why
Just like a lightning from the sky
He loves to kiss me till I can't see straight
GEE, MY LOLLIPOP IS GREAT
I call him
Lollipop lollipop
Oh lolli lolli lolli
Lollipop lollipop.....
- Mood:
ridiculous
Oh, y'know. "It".
- Location:not tellin'
- Mood:
chipper - Music:not tellin'
- Location:bedroom
- Mood:
bored - Music:something rattling somewhere
John Lennon.
...no, not really, I hate that arsehole.
...no, not really, I hate that arsehole.
- Location:front parlor
- Mood:
horny - Music:the Stones... teeheeheeheehee
::don't say "George" don't say "George" don't say "George" don't say "George" don't say "George" don't say "George" don't say...::
George.
Fuck.
George.
Fuck.
- Location:in front of the telly
- Mood:
sozzled - Music:this weird tinkly sound

