Does anyone know what those things are called that you put on your keys and use in your trolley/locker and are bent on the destruction of all pound coins by rendering them redundant?
I really really wants, and don'ts know where from.
Danke.
Friday, 22 February 2008
'Aych an' 'emm
For those of you who are bothered about this sort of thing, H&M give you a 25% off voucher if you sign up to their newsletter on t'internet.
I didn't know this! Why didn't I know this?!
Just one warning for those of you with blue hair: you are slightly more conspicuous so if you're going to print off several vouchers and use them several different times on the same day you might be best finding someone else who can go to the counter for you. If not the whole incident may end in an encounter of the being-escorted-from-the-premises type.
I didn't know this! Why didn't I know this?!
Just one warning for those of you with blue hair: you are slightly more conspicuous so if you're going to print off several vouchers and use them several different times on the same day you might be best finding someone else who can go to the counter for you. If not the whole incident may end in an encounter of the being-escorted-from-the-premises type.
Thursday, 21 February 2008
Weak... so.... very weak...
I've just returned from my mandatory two hours of swimming for the week.
Why did nobody tell me before I started that all this exercise malarky is unbelievably hard work? I honestly can't feel my arms, and my legs keep collapsing from under me.
*drama, drama*
I really could use some sugar right now. Though I've sworn off sugary, fatty, starchy nasty foods for a while so that isn't possible.
I might go and plough my way through a packet of crackers.
Ah, crackers. What a passion I have for them. I never realised before how much I love the taste of a cracker, the crumbly splendor of a cracker, the delightfully absorbent squishyness of a cracker. I love these crackers so much that even if they cheated on me with the spreadable from next door I'd take them back in a heartbeat.
Good lord, I need crackers!
Why did nobody tell me before I started that all this exercise malarky is unbelievably hard work? I honestly can't feel my arms, and my legs keep collapsing from under me.
*drama, drama*
I really could use some sugar right now. Though I've sworn off sugary, fatty, starchy nasty foods for a while so that isn't possible.
I might go and plough my way through a packet of crackers.
Ah, crackers. What a passion I have for them. I never realised before how much I love the taste of a cracker, the crumbly splendor of a cracker, the delightfully absorbent squishyness of a cracker. I love these crackers so much that even if they cheated on me with the spreadable from next door I'd take them back in a heartbeat.
Good lord, I need crackers!
Tuesday, 5 February 2008
Remarkably Unremarkable
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this is the news.
I have 'remarkably unremarkable' urine.
I know, I was amaZed too! I came home from the doctor's with quite a bounce in my step, I tell you.
I have 'remarkably unremarkable' urine.
I know, I was amaZed too! I came home from the doctor's with quite a bounce in my step, I tell you.
As I'm here, it seems the Z button on my keyboard's stopped working so I'll be using this rather funky Z that I found after misspelling New Zealand on google a little while ago. Cool, huh?
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