Friday, May 2, 2008

   I Was Gonna Write Something Really Amusing Here.... But I Couldn't Think Of Anything. PICKLED CHIZZZ!

Time: 5.31 in the pm Mood: PHWOAAAAR! Currently: Attempting to open my can of Coca-Cola (booo to Pepsi - you suck =P) Song: Parallel Worlds - Elliot Minor Firstly, thank you MUCHLY AND LOTS for your comments. *Dies from the amount she got*. Secondly, I’ve read too many M-rated fan fictions, and my head is swimming with sex (heh, that sounds funny). Thirdly, I think I have the Horn. I think my red bottomosity is flowing free and wild. Help. Ok, I’ll explain (prepare to be confused - you know what I’m like when I attempt to explain something). There’s this guy (… Obviously), who comes into the shop I work in a couple of nights a week. He’s probably about 23-ish? He’s foreign (more than likely from Poland), but OH MY RA IS HE HOT! Seriously, I see him come in, and my brain turns to jelly. My legs turn to jelly. I am in fact, just a jelly-woman when he comes in. But less fruity-tasting. But he has blue eyes, and messy brown hair… And MUSCLES *dies from just the thought*. And a bum. He has one of them. A very nice arse it is, too. … Not that I’ve been checking him out *cough cough*. He does kickboxing - and I only know that because he wears this kickboxing shirt. And he gives you one of those looks, y’know? No, you don’t. Because this is me that’s explaining. He gives you a look as though he ACTUALLY looking at you. Or me, as it is. Not looking past me, or looking down on me, like most other customers, yeah? Yes… But Everytime he looks at me, I look at him, and I think… “PHWOOOARRR!”. LOL. Oh dear, there goes my brain. It’s hopping off as we speak. DOWN, RED BOTTOM! DOWN! Hahahahahaha. I’m gonna put LOLcats now. Might be safer for me to stop speaking. Don‘t Flush The Toilet, I Says! No Idea Who Did It (CUTE!) Noah Called Not-Yet-Adopted (CUTER!) I Has Let Go (Original) I Has Let Go (Space Version) Also, with this guy (here I go again) I say things that are almost normal. Almost. Even though my brain falls out (which makes a mess), my mouth does tend to work on it’s own (oo-er) but says normal things. But, when I TRY to control my brain and my mouth at the same time, I just get tongue-tied. In future, my mouth can just go out on it’s own. With my legs. I don’t exactly need them, do I? See? My red bottomosity is taking over and I’m already making no sense. It’s all his fault, dammit! Also, where would my mouth pin it’s name badge? The managers would have to make a new one for it. “Emma’s Mouth”. SHUT UP BRAIN! How would it scan things? How would it pack the elderly mad’s shopping bags? How would it pick up cigarettes? I SWEAR TO BUDDHA, BRAIN, THAT IF YOU DON’T SHUT UP, I WILL ESCHEW YOU WITH A FIRM HAND FOREVERMORE. I won’t be online tomorrow, by the way. I have work from 5.30am (bleck) until 2.30pm, and then I have to come home, bathe, grab a few hours snoozing, get ready to go out and pack all my work stuff into a bag, zoom down to Chelsea’s, drop off work clothes (for Sunday), then Emily will pick me and Chelsea up from Chelsea’s house, and then we shall zoom over to Worcester and get hideously drunk, and then try and attempt to catch this taxi that I’ve booked at 3am from the Elgar statue, which should be fun finding when absolutely bladdered, because Worcester is a big place, and then once we finally get to this taxi (we may have to leave whichever pub/club we’re in an hour early - because of the time it’ll take us to walk XD Well, stagger XD), we zoom back to Chelsea’s house, and then we sleep, and then I have to get up at around 10.30am (!!!) so I can get ready for work, which I have to be there for Midday. Phew. Someone get me a drink XD I’ve already apologised to Rich in advance if I’m still drunk, hungover, or late. LOL. I suspect I will be all three XD Questions 1) Pepsi or Coca-Cola? 2) Why the Hell do we have toes? Funny-looking buggers, they are. 3) Do you have a name badge? =D My Answers 1) Ahem. Coca-Cola, please =D 2) Dunno, hence why I’m asking you. They are funny looking, though. I mean, why do they need nails? 3) I do. I have two. I may ask for a third for my mouth. Happy Anniversary to my parents. My Mum came in at about 9am this morning, declared something (can’t remember what - I was still asleep), and I remember her saying “oh, is this our card? Thank you” and she scuttled off with it (it was on top of my CD player). I’ve just remember a funny conversation Rich had on the phone on Wednesday night. *Rich rings Co-Op* “Hello, Co-Op, Pershore.” “Hello, Co-Op, it’s TESCO.” “Oh, hi, TESCO.” LOL. No names or anything involved. We are now know just as Co-Op and TESCO. LMAO. Remember, a goat is for life, not just for Easter. And on that bumshell, I’ll be off. Love&stuff ♥ Emmah ♥ xxxxxxxxxx

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