So as LJ so fantastically pointed out ... I do not blog very often. Due to a ridiculously busy and fabulous lifestyle? Miss off the fabulous and maybe that's it.
Infact I have a job, fellow bloggers. At The Frog and The British Library ... rather a long title but ohh well, and yes LJ this is a relation to the pub that we spent a rather long afternoon in with my cousing getting somewhat tipsy. And I am loving it. However it does seem to be rather knackering. And on another note, this is a place from which my fellow housemate : Bladers got hired and instantaneosly fired after just two shifts. So unintentional tension is caused when work is mentioned, on the plus side, she can laugh about it.
Turns out this housemate milarky isn't as easy as one would think. For instance my self and the lovely MD "(HB's housemate/playmate?)" ... really? Anyway we had a bit of a small disagreement ... which turned into a rather large disagreement about a girl who is currently staying with Bladers, who studied in ULIP (University of London Institute in Paris) on the year abroad programme last year. So it came to surface that MD has a small thing for this girl and "cannot even look at her because my stomach spins everytime our eyes meet" Ok, Bon, I get it ... a certain SMJ makes me feel exactly the same ... Heck at one point I swear Pete B was giving me that same feeling / still is. However the reason the argument surfaced was because MD said something along the lines of "I'm not going out on Tuesday night" (when we're all going out for a big reunion night out) "and I don't think you should either."
excuse me
"because y'know you'll just get really drunk and tell her I fancy her."
Miles for one I resent that comment, I also resent the fact that you feel like you can tell me what to do in your ridiculous Heathrow accent when you would never do the same for me if I were in that situation.
Thirly and most importantly ... I could care less. She has a bf, it's quite clearly never going to go the way you want it to.
This argument escalated, untill I stormed off ... and then 5 minutes later he came into my room and appologised.
Not, like a normal person, because he felt that he should redeem himself in some way. But more because he wanted to ensure that I wouldn't go spreading his secrets and breaking his heart out of spite.
Before this all kicked off, myself, Bladers, MD, the aforementioned girl and B Mascall went on a cruise up the canal Saint Martin... bit of vino, a 4foot5 lady singing popular french balads and muchos cigarretas. Fabulous :) Canoauxrama rocks!
On another note a certain Bombay Sapphire has been fitted with "soft paws", to prevent her from scratching anything/steal all her dignity. The "soft paws" in question look like fake nails for cats ... and come in any colour under the sun. Fortunately MD managed to restrain himself and bought the clear ones. This most recent incedent of bizzare cat obsessive behaviour is just adding to my suspicions that I am living with someone who is completely derranged.
The housemates are currently in a restaurant that only serves steak ... apparently there is no menu, just steak ... which is the reason I've found time to write these ramblings.
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