When she wakes up in the morning she usually makes herself some toast. With butter. And a cup of tea. And some marmalade.* *I would like to take this oppurtunity to make it clear that I do not, I repeat, do NOT encourage the eating of marmalade.
You won't let those robots eat me...
Seeing as MSN is behaving in the way it is, I shall have to say my goodbyes to you in a usernote. Goodbye, so long, aufweidersehn, farewell! Bonjour, bye bye, toodle pip, jma'pelle (?) Bye bye, George. I will never forget you.
That is a common misconception.
Sorry, George old boy, my MSN is not being very cooperative.
Yeah, just blame it on someone else. Always blaming it on someone else.
It is the start of a thousand-year process.
Everyone she knew thought she was beautiful, only slightly mental. Beautiful, only temperamental. Beautiful.
When the time is right, you will know.
I won't believe it until I see it!
