An Inner Monologue, of sorts

This Monkey's Been Delivered

Today's events:

I have a friend at uni who's dying to get back with his old girlfriend. They split up a few years ago after he cheated on her blah blah blah and now he wants to get the girl. Again.
Thing is, he bought her some kind of ape adoption thing for her birthday, which is today. When he told me about it, he seemed so proud of himself. But... why a monkey? She's a nice enough girl... why would he want to do that?

All my flatmates have left now... I am on my own for a mere ten days, but I've already stripped off and run around in the nude. Just to test it out, like. In my defence, they are coming back soon. It had to be done.
They made me a "flat sounds" CD and it's rather good. There is Matze's version of Magical Trevor, which now won't stop going through my head during exams.
I've to play it on repeat whenever I feel lonely.

I ate my weight in chocolate (see below), did some ironing and tried to work out what the Self-Categorization Theory is.

I am such a boring twat, aren't I?

posted by Marie @ 5:51 PM