*Entering bedroom*
Me: So, did you catch him?
E: Who?
Me: The guy who set off the bomb.
A small hint of how "tidy" it was there. You know, there isn't any law against at least organising the chaos.
Well, I'm not one to talk, it's hard to tell the table down in my room is in fact glass and see-through. Don't worry, though, all the dust is covered by a thick layer of books, sketch book, and clothes, all of which should have been put away... But it is rather organised, I know where everything is!
With that being said... P.S. I love you is the best movie since ever and I pray God I won't turn into Holly on the beginning there! Honestly, with that show of woman-ness makes me doubt I have ovaries, at the same time make me so lucky to have them so I will (hopefully) not have to deal with an over-emotional wife in the future. I'd much rather deal with a Gerry-ish husband, minus the dying-of-brain-tumor part. Nice!
And it's not wrong to listen to Christmas songs now, is it? Cuz I'm obsessed with Fairytale of New York, hence the title.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
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