- I was attacked by a feral cat. It lacerated two of my fingers, rendering me incapable of typing.
- I went on holiday. It was HOT. I got home. I got lazy. I didn't blog.
- Someone dared me to eat seagull poo. They said they would give me two hundred pounds if I did it; I did it. £200 = MASSIVE SUCCESS! Vomiting for 6 whole weeks= minor inconvenience.
- I developed a highly annoying, extroverted, "look at me!" personality. I decided to audition for the X factor and successfully made it through to boot camp, where my hideous past of gang crime was revealed and plastered all over the daily mirror. While the Mirror, the X factor and the public generally disapprove of my past, I am considered a demi-god amongst my gang peers.
- I went on the Jeremy Kyle show. And ate Jeremy Kyle.
Sorry this is a rubbish post; my aim was purely to certify that I am still alive. I will post something infinitely more cool soon. Well... maybe not infinitely cool; that's aiming too high. I'll settle for mildly interesting. Maybe I'll write about this:
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| I am NOT as cute as I look. |


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