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Mantra n shit.

I think I may well have had one of the best weekends ever. This means that either last weekend was AMAZING, or my weekends are just generally shit. But hey!

I don't know where to start with all the comments that will make you jealous you weren't there, what with being all elitest n shit, but I want to say thanks to TheNonStopDancer andMunch for being splendiferous examples of the male species, Tilly for being a way hotter version of me (We is like ping pong n shit), and the lovely Caz, Vicky and Nadine (especially Nadine, for being the best hostess ever!) for joining me on ventures such as 'the boobcube' and 'the human table of doom n shit'

There are a billion horrid, horrid pictures of me, so I won't be posting any. Ergh. I am so unphotogenic.

But for now I will leave you with the confusing megamix of words.

BOOBS! PIMMS! OCLOCK! BRIAN! OWL! BEAUTIFUL CREATURE! BOOTY! CHEEEZE! TOYS! RELATIONSHIPS! SHOES! WHEELCHAIRS! BRIAN!

And (...what have I started here?!)

N SHIT!

x

PS Yay for Nadines new set going up when we were all sat in hre house. YAY I say

PPS You know who's NOT me? Jo. That's definetly NOT me ;