Boys O'clock
Title thanks to;
(a) Tangles for her ability to turn on titles in the first place, and
(b) The Dismemberment Plan and their song titled Girls O'clock which inspired me to check the time, and I found that it was Boys O'clock!!
Jennifer, my new housemate, is a bit of a princess (in the nicest possible way). She lives in the top of the house, and each day has to ascend the spiral staircase to reach her abode in the loft. This morning, SHE GOT LOCKED IN HER ROOM. I felt a little like a wicked witch with a fair maiden locked in the top of the highest tower in my castle on the hill. I considered leaving her there as a bit of "prince bait", the theory being that any suitable prices would first have to scale MY balcony and I would lay in ambush. BAM! Gotcha!
The real estate agent advised “kicking the door down”. Ashley and I, rather exuberantly, obliged. Actually, Ashley did most of the kicking, I just clapped and squealed like a school girl.
Combined with the great spider incident of Tuesday night, and last nights “holy hell there is a giant slug in the kitchen” episode, I think that poor Jennifer has had a bit of a rough week. Hip hip hooray for Ashley and his manly muscles, though.
Last night Gen, myself, and two other likely girls went to Bec the hairdressers house for cuts and colours galore. We sat around drinking champes and chatting till a reasonably late hour. Given that this is my first haircut in around 16 months, it was a suitably celebratory affair. Bec, however, has gone the subtle approach. In fact, probably the most notable change in my appearance is my flatter pants due to a thinner wallet.
Nah – it is good. Sexy even. Raow!
It’s Boys O’clock on my watch, kids. Boys O’clock.
(a) Tangles for her ability to turn on titles in the first place, and
(b) The Dismemberment Plan and their song titled Girls O'clock which inspired me to check the time, and I found that it was Boys O'clock!!
Jennifer, my new housemate, is a bit of a princess (in the nicest possible way). She lives in the top of the house, and each day has to ascend the spiral staircase to reach her abode in the loft. This morning, SHE GOT LOCKED IN HER ROOM. I felt a little like a wicked witch with a fair maiden locked in the top of the highest tower in my castle on the hill. I considered leaving her there as a bit of "prince bait", the theory being that any suitable prices would first have to scale MY balcony and I would lay in ambush. BAM! Gotcha!
The real estate agent advised “kicking the door down”. Ashley and I, rather exuberantly, obliged. Actually, Ashley did most of the kicking, I just clapped and squealed like a school girl.
Combined with the great spider incident of Tuesday night, and last nights “holy hell there is a giant slug in the kitchen” episode, I think that poor Jennifer has had a bit of a rough week. Hip hip hooray for Ashley and his manly muscles, though.
Last night Gen, myself, and two other likely girls went to Bec the hairdressers house for cuts and colours galore. We sat around drinking champes and chatting till a reasonably late hour. Given that this is my first haircut in around 16 months, it was a suitably celebratory affair. Bec, however, has gone the subtle approach. In fact, probably the most notable change in my appearance is my flatter pants due to a thinner wallet.
Nah – it is good. Sexy even. Raow!
It’s Boys O’clock on my watch, kids. Boys O’clock.
posted by tangles at 1:12 PM
1 Comments:
I hear the alarm also.
Miss ya loads, was great to talk to you today.
Big kiss.
xx.
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