Pemberly! She’s been to Pemberly and now she’s in Scotland! Oh I’m so emerald with jealousy I could burst! I wish Kit would post more on her facebook about her trip… or at least write me another e-mail so I don’t worry that she’s died of food poisoning from a haggis, or got crushed to death by a caber (spelling?). I really miss her… She’s probably macking on many boys. Or at least thinking about it… Or thinking about the boys macking on each other. I wouldn’t be surprised if she befriended the entire homosexual community of Great Britain.
I, on the other hand, am staring at the bare living room walls around me and thinking that I miss having posters up. My giant foam skull, Humphry, is sitting by the armchair and contemplating the window. Maybe I should set him on the book shelf so he can get a better view. The very fact that he glows in the dark will amuse me as pedestrians walk by our house at night.
Note: Remember to take Flat-Jack home tonight when my mum picks me up.
- And pick up soy milk
On the plus side of my day, I get to go on a treasure hunt and gather up all my jewlery around the apartment. I think I have more than I originally thought. I’m a fuggin’ magpie. And when I get back to my parents’ place I get to play with a multitude of kitties (Kibz is tres jealous). They’re just old enough to have their eyes and ears open, but still really clumsy. This excites me.
