It was my passport. I wasn't expecting it for another week, so of course I jumped to conclusions and blew everything completely out of proportion. So, after a relatively sleepless night, I got up at 9am and rode to the post office where I proceeded collect my brand new passport, not a letter telling me I have sixty days to find a new home.
*hangs head in shame for overreacting*
Okay, over it now.
How do I get out of going to a NYE party I said yes to last night while under the influence of Corona, but don't particularly want to attend today? Maybe I need to suddenly get sick or something.
Meme!
*hangs head in shame for overreacting*
Okay, over it now.
How do I get out of going to a NYE party I said yes to last night while under the influence of Corona, but don't particularly want to attend today? Maybe I need to suddenly get sick or something.
Meme!
In the year 2006 I resolve to: |
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Maybe I need to suddenly get sick or something.
Do that. Grab a bottle of wine, your s4 DS DVDs, and come over to my place and we can watch Ray and Fraser for NY. ;)
Hee. Actually, I'm not too sure what my plans are for NY, supposed to spend it with friend and her BF, but I just kinda feel like a 3rd wheel whenever I go out with them.
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I think we have transvestites - just the one transvestite, actually, but you know how they spread themselves around - for New Year, also
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Not that I have anything against Angie, but her idea of being a laaayydee has very little in common with reality, bless her.