oh soldier soldier [01 Jun 2003|10:53am] [ music | bay radio ] oh soldier soldier won't you marry me, with your musket, pipe and drum, Oh no, sweet maid, i cannot marry you coz i have no coat (hat/boots/etc) to put on. so off she went to her grandfather's chest and she brought him a coat (hat/boots/etc) of the very very best x2 and the soldier put it on Oh soldier soldier won't you marry me with your musket, pipe and drum, oh no sweet maid, i cannot marry you coz i have a wife of my own... Me and Chrissy were just remembering that song. Aren't nursery rhymes the cutest? My mum woke me up asking me to take pictures of her flowers in bloom this morning. It was a nice change over the usual "Hmph, you're still asleep!" wake up call i normally get, so it put me in a good mood Dan msgd this morning saying that if I don't pass my exams and succeed in life, he'll kill me. It was so him, I loved it. Oh and is something wrong with my comments link?? 6 thoughts | think

what happens when i dont feel like writing sentences... [01 Jun 2003|10:53pm] [ mood | hungry, tired, dead feet ] [ music | these dreams ] be relieved. no pics in this one. i had many things to say in this entry but forgot half of them. that's half of your fun gone. just like that. ~ my keyboard is playing up. i think my computer is tired, poor baby ~ i almost crashed today. well not really, but i got scared ~ at night my dad wears his tshirt inside out lol - weirdo ~ Cassie the cat just fell asleep. in front of the toaster. ~ my feet are killing me. im the idiot for wearing my wedges to work. especially since i havent worn heels for almost 3 months. what type of a girl am i?! ~ hah: guess who i served today at work? go on. guess... (answer at end of entry) ~ we had a little soap opera at work today. this woman came in talking on her mobile, screaming her guts out, swearing her soul away, and this is how it sounded: *"X'jigifieri kull ma hadt illum kien dak l-orange juice?! ^&@%$*^#% .... Tista titnejjek bija kemm trid, minix cuc, ja *@&%$&#*%... m'ghandux x'jaqsam! tibdix fuq dak issa. taf li ma nistax nitlaq mid-dar... *&%@#*$ tghidlix hekk *#%@#^%$*@... le tghidlix hekk, int taf bizzejjed! ma nistax nghamel mod iehor! gismi tieghu, u qalbi u mohhi tieghek..." me: ^o_o^ (whatever that is) * English translation: "What do you mean all you had today was that orange juice?! *&*$%*@^ ... you can make fun of me all you want, i'm not an idiot, you %&^%@#&$%... that has nothing to do with it! dont start on about that. you know I can't leave home... *&^%$&*% dont say that *&^%$*^%... no dont say that, you should know! I cant do otherwise! my body is his, and my heart and my mind are yours..." She then went on to scream out her son's name: MILAN!!! As if hearing her end of the conversation wasn't enough... you automatically know what to think of someone who names their SON after their favourite FOOTBALL TEAM! some ppl... answer to the guessing thingy: I served Sharon Stone and her friend - someone M.E. Craven. I passed her credit card and everything. Charged lm24.59 to it too. AND I DIDN'T BLOODY NOTICE IT WAS HER!!!!!!!!! how dumb can a person get. in my defence, she WAS wearing a cap, baggy clothes and no make up and looked as ordinary as you and i. so there. her bodyguard got more attention than she did! according to Nick, of course, HE only didnt recognize her coz she had her clothes on... [edit: m.e. craven turns out to have been Mimi Craven. I didnt know who she was tho, so no biggie in not recognizing HER. I feel better now] [edit 2: They only arrived yesterday!!!] 16 thoughts | think

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