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Yesterday was an odd day by all accounts.
First of all I didn't wake up until around 2pm, and only then it was with the sole intention of watching King of Queens on paramount comedy (if you don't know what it is then check it out, it's got a fat fellow in it). I've been plagued with a summer cold like a sickly orphan and my head has being oozing copious amounts of delicious goo, so my little sister (sadly a livejournal jotting Emo) recomended me some Olbas oil. It's basically stuff you sniff to unclog your head. I slapped a bunch on a tissue and it was wonderful, my nose-crap melted away and my sinuses began to relax. I kept pouring and sniffing, under the rather-true impression that it was the best thing in the world. Then I began to feel very, very dizzy. It was almost as good as the time I accidentally got high in science in year 9 from a marker pen (I kept smelling it because it smelt really nice like marzipan) So my emo sister found me grinning like a spastic on my sofa then scurried off to post about it on her MySpace or something. I was later informed you aren't meant to inhale more that two drop twice daily. Oops.
Later in the evening I went to some lame-ass party bla bla bla, anyway I ended up back at a friend-of-a-friend's house with a few mates and she is rich as satan. Almost as rich as Niddle (he faps infront of his Dad). She lived in a part of my town which I hadn't even heard of. Houses made of solid gold, windows of diamond and Chris Tarrant cleaning cars for a few pennies. We were sat around talking and stuff for a while then a skinny foreign-looking man walks into the room with a rabbit-caught-in-the-headlights look on his face. My immediate thought was that she was getting robbed, but it turns out that they have two Peruvian slaves. Not housemaids, not cleaners or cooks but bloody slaves. It was brilliant, he stood there rambling in some tribal tongue, I think it was Spanish or something, then scurried off to the tiny hut where then made him live and prodded him with sticks.
Yesterday I also discovered the cure for the common cold - Kick energy drink from Tesco (currently 96p buy one get one free). I felt dreadful all day and after a bottle of that I was fine. Try it.
First of all I didn't wake up until around 2pm, and only then it was with the sole intention of watching King of Queens on paramount comedy (if you don't know what it is then check it out, it's got a fat fellow in it). I've been plagued with a summer cold like a sickly orphan and my head has being oozing copious amounts of delicious goo, so my little sister (sadly a livejournal jotting Emo) recomended me some Olbas oil. It's basically stuff you sniff to unclog your head. I slapped a bunch on a tissue and it was wonderful, my nose-crap melted away and my sinuses began to relax. I kept pouring and sniffing, under the rather-true impression that it was the best thing in the world. Then I began to feel very, very dizzy. It was almost as good as the time I accidentally got high in science in year 9 from a marker pen (I kept smelling it because it smelt really nice like marzipan) So my emo sister found me grinning like a spastic on my sofa then scurried off to post about it on her MySpace or something. I was later informed you aren't meant to inhale more that two drop twice daily. Oops.
Later in the evening I went to some lame-ass party bla bla bla, anyway I ended up back at a friend-of-a-friend's house with a few mates and she is rich as satan. Almost as rich as Niddle (he faps infront of his Dad). She lived in a part of my town which I hadn't even heard of. Houses made of solid gold, windows of diamond and Chris Tarrant cleaning cars for a few pennies. We were sat around talking and stuff for a while then a skinny foreign-looking man walks into the room with a rabbit-caught-in-the-headlights look on his face. My immediate thought was that she was getting robbed, but it turns out that they have two Peruvian slaves. Not housemaids, not cleaners or cooks but bloody slaves. It was brilliant, he stood there rambling in some tribal tongue, I think it was Spanish or something, then scurried off to the tiny hut where then made him live and prodded him with sticks.
Yesterday I also discovered the cure for the common cold - Kick energy drink from Tesco (currently 96p buy one get one free). I felt dreadful all day and after a bottle of that I was fine. Try it.
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Yesterday was an odd day by all accounts.
First of all I didn't wake up until around 2pm, and only then it was with the sole intention of watching King of Queens on paramount comedy (if you don't know what it is then check it out, it's got a fat fellow in it). I've been plagued with a summer cold like a sickly orphan and my head has being oozing copious amounts of delicious goo, so my little sister (sadly a livejournal jotting Emo) recomended me some Olbas oil. It's basically stuff you sniff to unclog your head. I slapped a bunch on a tissue and it was wonderful, my nose-crap melted away and my sinuses began to relax. I kept pouring and sniffing, under the rather-true impression that it was the best thing in the world. Then I began to feel very, very dizzy. It was almost as good as the time I accidentally got high in science in year 9 from a marker pen (I kept smelling it because it smelt really nice like marzipan) So my emo sister found me grinning like a spastic on my sofa then scurried off to post about it on her MySpace or something. I was later informed you aren't meant to inhale more that two drop twice daily. Oops.
Later in the evening I went to some lame-ass party bla bla bla, anyway I ended up back at a friend-of-a-friend's house with a few mates and she is rich as satan. Almost as rich as Niddle (he faps infront of his Dad). She lived in a part of my town which I hadn't even heard of. Houses made of solid gold, windows of diamond and Chris Tarrant cleaning cars for a few pennies. We were sat around talking and stuff for a while then a skinny foreign-looking man walks into the room with a rabbit-caught-in-the-headlights look on his face. My immediate thought was that she was getting robbed, but it turns out that they have two Peruvian slaves. Not housemaids, not cleaners or cooks but bloody slaves. It was brilliant, he stood there rambling in some tribal tongue, I think it was Spanish or something, then scurried off to the tiny hut where then made him live and prodded him with sticks.
Yesterday I also discovered the cure for the common cold - Kick energy drink from Tesco (currently 96p buy one get one free). I felt dreadful all day and after a bottle of that I was fine. Try it.
First of all I didn't wake up until around 2pm, and only then it was with the sole intention of watching King of Queens on paramount comedy (if you don't know what it is then check it out, it's got a fat fellow in it). I've been plagued with a summer cold like a sickly orphan and my head has being oozing copious amounts of delicious goo, so my little sister (sadly a livejournal jotting Emo) recomended me some Olbas oil. It's basically stuff you sniff to unclog your head. I slapped a bunch on a tissue and it was wonderful, my nose-crap melted away and my sinuses began to relax. I kept pouring and sniffing, under the rather-true impression that it was the best thing in the world. Then I began to feel very, very dizzy. It was almost as good as the time I accidentally got high in science in year 9 from a marker pen (I kept smelling it because it smelt really nice like marzipan) So my emo sister found me grinning like a spastic on my sofa then scurried off to post about it on her MySpace or something. I was later informed you aren't meant to inhale more that two drop twice daily. Oops.
Later in the evening I went to some lame-ass party bla bla bla, anyway I ended up back at a friend-of-a-friend's house with a few mates and she is rich as satan. Almost as rich as Niddle (he faps infront of his Dad). She lived in a part of my town which I hadn't even heard of. Houses made of solid gold, windows of diamond and Chris Tarrant cleaning cars for a few pennies. We were sat around talking and stuff for a while then a skinny foreign-looking man walks into the room with a rabbit-caught-in-the-headlights look on his face. My immediate thought was that she was getting robbed, but it turns out that they have two Peruvian slaves. Not housemaids, not cleaners or cooks but bloody slaves. It was brilliant, he stood there rambling in some tribal tongue, I think it was Spanish or something, then scurried off to the tiny hut where then made him live and prodded him with sticks.
Yesterday I also discovered the cure for the common cold - Kick energy drink from Tesco (currently 96p buy one get one free). I felt dreadful all day and after a bottle of that I was fine. Try it.