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Yep!
Today in the world of the tiniest red headed foxé laday I want to share some boring and some most exhilerating facts about my day!
Well, I woke up and did the usual... realise the dier need to pee was inevitable but tried to hold it in for roughly half an hour as usual then giving up - doing the biz to return to sleep. Waking to an alarm... for the second time then hitting that blasted SNOOZE button so everyone else in the house will wake up within the next scheduled five minutes.. re occuringly!
I get in the shower - get dressed and doll up a little then proceed to dry my hair and eat frosted flakes (part of the regular routine of the last few months or so...) before I text the arseeeee that gives me a lift to work every sunday morn.
This morning we needed to pick up another colleage in Basildon which is about a twenty minute drive from where i live....
This is of course under normal circumstances in which you drive with some kind of love for life unlike the guy that waas trying to give me the runs.
he enters 30mph roads at seventy and decides to 'whatta the hella? we'll uhh break last minute and give claire a heart attack and a few bricks for fun...'
I thought I'd lose my life when he started to text this kid we was getting whilst driving at 70... in a country road for extra strong mints for his exceedingly bad breath. (so i ripped it from him and said DRIVE like you want to live...)
Anyway. I get to work. Its busy as heck so i do the whole deuce bigalow thing and accidentally get wet in certain area - infront of some dirty rotten fellow I want to kick hard in his yellow tea stained snappers!
I sell a £325 tank because I am cool and have nuisance with those pikey families that cant make up their mind... 'so I want the neon... no that one' When there are maybe 200 identical neons swimming as one entity!
I get a phone call - CLAIRE ITS FOR YOUUUUU HOOOOO! I expect it to be some sod complaining about the dead fish they just flushed down the bog but its my boss... and he wants to give me a pay rise and a chance to work more hours! What?? who cares a wooooooooooooooooo yea and funky chicken dance is necassary at thus point on... of course!
---- My uncle, nan and cousins stroll in for some fish. They do the whole 'feed them claire.. ooo and them' then gasp and call me a freak when I put my hands in with pirhana's and puffas etc.
BUT!!!! The funniest thing happened I tell thee....
A malnourished and dying puffa fish was taken to a colleages home last week to be better. While he was in the new tank he managed to fill up on digesting FIVE angel fish so now this little bugga was truly in ore of FLESH!
I drop in the muscle...
He darts across the tabk at record rate...
He completely throws himself into the air propelling his body from the water up the corner of the tank I'm standing at...
Me and my lil cousin in shock scream at the top of our voices and run away.. she then proceeds to cry her eyes out not realising it wasnt out to get her..
Anyway. I return home and have been studying for my theory and hazard driving test at chelmsford tomorrow.
Im scared - hints would be helpful.
I realise this time - i did not stack it, get caught on a toilet seat or puke at the entrance of Alton Towers --- after a full 6 hour journey.
o well I love yee as usual xx Ginge xx
Today in the world of the tiniest red headed foxé laday I want to share some boring and some most exhilerating facts about my day!
Well, I woke up and did the usual... realise the dier need to pee was inevitable but tried to hold it in for roughly half an hour as usual then giving up - doing the biz to return to sleep. Waking to an alarm... for the second time then hitting that blasted SNOOZE button so everyone else in the house will wake up within the next scheduled five minutes.. re occuringly!
I get in the shower - get dressed and doll up a little then proceed to dry my hair and eat frosted flakes (part of the regular routine of the last few months or so...) before I text the arseeeee that gives me a lift to work every sunday morn.
This morning we needed to pick up another colleage in Basildon which is about a twenty minute drive from where i live....
This is of course under normal circumstances in which you drive with some kind of love for life unlike the guy that waas trying to give me the runs.
he enters 30mph roads at seventy and decides to 'whatta the hella? we'll uhh break last minute and give claire a heart attack and a few bricks for fun...'
I thought I'd lose my life when he started to text this kid we was getting whilst driving at 70... in a country road for extra strong mints for his exceedingly bad breath. (so i ripped it from him and said DRIVE like you want to live...)
Anyway. I get to work. Its busy as heck so i do the whole deuce bigalow thing and accidentally get wet in certain area - infront of some dirty rotten fellow I want to kick hard in his yellow tea stained snappers!
I sell a £325 tank because I am cool and have nuisance with those pikey families that cant make up their mind... 'so I want the neon... no that one' When there are maybe 200 identical neons swimming as one entity!
I get a phone call - CLAIRE ITS FOR YOUUUUU HOOOOO! I expect it to be some sod complaining about the dead fish they just flushed down the bog but its my boss... and he wants to give me a pay rise and a chance to work more hours! What?? who cares a wooooooooooooooooo yea and funky chicken dance is necassary at thus point on... of course!
---- My uncle, nan and cousins stroll in for some fish. They do the whole 'feed them claire.. ooo and them' then gasp and call me a freak when I put my hands in with pirhana's and puffas etc.
BUT!!!! The funniest thing happened I tell thee....
A malnourished and dying puffa fish was taken to a colleages home last week to be better. While he was in the new tank he managed to fill up on digesting FIVE angel fish so now this little bugga was truly in ore of FLESH!
I drop in the muscle...
He darts across the tabk at record rate...
He completely throws himself into the air propelling his body from the water up the corner of the tank I'm standing at...
Me and my lil cousin in shock scream at the top of our voices and run away.. she then proceeds to cry her eyes out not realising it wasnt out to get her..
Anyway. I return home and have been studying for my theory and hazard driving test at chelmsford tomorrow.
Im scared - hints would be helpful.
I realise this time - i did not stack it, get caught on a toilet seat or puke at the entrance of Alton Towers --- after a full 6 hour journey.
o well I love yee as usual xx Ginge xx
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Good luck with the test!
Ok
*breathes in breathes out*
SOON I will be leaving for my theory test..in chelmsford and I am still trying to look where it is!
AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
*breathes in breathes out*
SOON I will be leaving for my theory test..in chelmsford and I am still trying to look where it is!
AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
I was in the rock/punk mood and felt like rebelling against the true english I study two hours a day....
In old and new english
AGHHHH! *warning mongs not real word*
In old and new english
AGHHHH! *warning mongs not real word*
Yes yes, I know. I rock.
And it's THE not d.
Kids, Don't be mongs. Use real words.
And it's THE not d.
Kids, Don't be mongs. Use real words.
Mystique wrote:
> Gingers day....is that a day where normal people can hunt down and
> beat gingers with sticks til they're bloody and dead?
>
Now wasnt that on the simpsons with snakes....
IM ONTO YOUUUU!!!
By d way - cool hair cut in d pic... very roxy!
> Gingers day....is that a day where normal people can hunt down and
> beat gingers with sticks til they're bloody and dead?
>
Now wasnt that on the simpsons with snakes....
IM ONTO YOUUUU!!!
By d way - cool hair cut in d pic... very roxy!
Gingers day....is that a day where normal people can hunt down and beat gingers with sticks til they're bloody and dead?
Wow, it'd be like Christmas only with sticks and horrible bloody violence instead of presents, turkeys and Christmas specials of Saved by the Bell.
Wow, it'd be like Christmas only with sticks and horrible bloody violence instead of presents, turkeys and Christmas specials of Saved by the Bell.
Tanks can cause many problems... but when you get it right it can be a relaxing and thoroughly enjoyable hobbie.
Its addictive and every tank is different!
I am going to London Aquarium as part of my 18th celebration how cool! Or geeky! I SO EXITED *doo doo doo doo.. jus cant hide it....*
Its addictive and every tank is different!
I am going to London Aquarium as part of my 18th celebration how cool! Or geeky! I SO EXITED *doo doo doo doo.. jus cant hide it....*
Ah, never mind. I am just being stupid, damn paint.
*sniff*
*sniff*
19th March? Or April?
who's the one born on the 12th next month? I'm 19 the next day :o
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