The riotously fun life of Traumatron
*Washing blood out of my mysteriously infected belly button? Check!
*Rubbing every ointment in the house on my super-fun new scaly rash? Check!
*Running up and down flights of stairs at college to get my council tax exemption form filled in? Check!
*Calling my emotional wreck of a girlfriend while she struggles with idiots in Luton to get her student ID card? Check!
*Having no place to stay for the next Bristol Burlesque show - meaning that we can't fucking do it? Check!
*Potentially having to pay a fucking huge council tax bill for the past two months? Check!
*Having fuckloads of Uni work to do by Thursday? Check!
*Not having enough money to pay for my holiday? Check!
*Potentially getting in the shit at Uni for having a holiday during term time? Check!
*Having to admin SGUK's fucking huge list of potential members? Check!
*Having fucking stupid emails sent to me by people that know nothing about anything? Check!
Right. As soon as Nic comes home, we're going to kill ourselves. Or, I'm to have a sandwich now, and watch transformers, and try to think of good reasons to not kill myself. Or anybody else.
*Washing blood out of my mysteriously infected belly button? Check!
*Rubbing every ointment in the house on my super-fun new scaly rash? Check!
*Running up and down flights of stairs at college to get my council tax exemption form filled in? Check!
*Calling my emotional wreck of a girlfriend while she struggles with idiots in Luton to get her student ID card? Check!
*Having no place to stay for the next Bristol Burlesque show - meaning that we can't fucking do it? Check!
*Potentially having to pay a fucking huge council tax bill for the past two months? Check!
*Having fuckloads of Uni work to do by Thursday? Check!
*Not having enough money to pay for my holiday? Check!
*Potentially getting in the shit at Uni for having a holiday during term time? Check!
*Having to admin SGUK's fucking huge list of potential members? Check!
*Having fucking stupid emails sent to me by people that know nothing about anything? Check!
Right. As soon as Nic comes home, we're going to kill ourselves. Or, I'm to have a sandwich now, and watch transformers, and try to think of good reasons to not kill myself. Or anybody else.
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you know if i wasn't one of those sad fellows who still lives with his folks (i did move out i did, i swear i did!!) then all you chaps would've been most welcome at my place, really you would.
thank ye gods for the Duke of Thagoras i says!
really looking forward to seeing all you fine fellows again.
let us pray to those same show saving gods that we are not forced to witness any shows of ZANY behaviour this time!
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