|Current music:||Tori Amos - The Waitress|
Ooh this bloody heat Margery... I know what you mean Pam, I'm practically baking in this olive oil
Lovely hot weather in manner of heat wave here. I find myself wanting to walk around Woolworths in the nip. Though I'm not sure the lovely dears behind the counter could cope. Except the gay bloke who smells of Avon Musk and has enough spots on his face to make an exact replica of Orions Belt, that is.
Finished college early due to sickness of the lecturer so we sat outside for an hour in the sun, smoking and drinking evian water (v healthy you know) and making up stories about the fact that the lecturer is actually at home having a lovely day pruning his bush*.
And now I'm sat wondering what to do with the rest of my day... Can't have a wank as am already sweating and the excess fluid will surely be the death of me... Can't go shopping as have no moula... can't go visit people as almost everyone is annoying... think will just strip down to my nothing and lay on the window sill. That should give the neighbours something to talk about that isn't my black nail polish.
*A garden bush what is in the garden, you filthy minded monkeys.