I don’t get the fuss about his work.
Especially since my exam is in 5 hours and I still know absolutely nothing.
Lorca.
Brilliant advice from my t.v. role model
(Source: spumonis)
Gardening.
I’m melting. Going to just go have an ice bath.
My delicate constitution was not made for manual labour of this sort. My finger tips are throbbing, there’s an odd grey stain on my shin (pretty sure it’s wood-stain), I’m scratched to bits and have been stung by a bee.
BEES ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THE NICE ONES!
Whenever I’m attached to a ‘firm’ and not a consultant I’m always the bottom of the food chain, so inevitably whenever I have to attend rounds I’m the one who gets passed all the samples that the nurses have collected. Give me shit, blood, piss and vomit to look at any day, but mucus and sputum make me gag.
(Source: thefuuuucomics)
Hovis Pockets.
I laughed.
When a drunk student comes home the last thing they are going do is put salad and un-melted cheese in a hollowed out pitta bread and wax lyrical about it.
No. That thing is going straight under the grill loaded with cheese and some kind of meat and you’re probably going to destroy half your kitchen making it. You laugh in the face of salad. Salad isn’t going to sober you up and satiate your drunken need for greasy carbs. Then you’re going to apply it to your face, make a mess and get emotional because a lump of tasty looking meat fell out onto the floor.
Let’s hope there’s video evidence in the morning.
Genuinely just questioned why Jimmy Carr was swearing on TV.
I’m not sure whether it’s because the sun is still out, but I definitely clocked that it was 10 past 9.
Never been so confused!
Gah why so hot?
Went out to muck out the rabbits and it’s just too hot. There isn’t even a breeze. It’s all just muggy crap-ness.
Next door are doing something with power tools as well so I can’t concentrate.
Blah.
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(Source: iruntothefutureandjump)
BOOBARELLA.
