"He's pretty, uh, subdued."
"Yes... We call him, in fact, Sub Dude."
Hello board. I don't like blogging much anymore.
I spent last week at J1's house, she has the cutest bunnies. Her family is so cute. Her mother got me an easter present and a card and her father laughed at my lame jokes.
She also has two bunnies and a sister.
Watched Sailor Moon DVD's with her and Stu one night. Saw a movie. Went to Cei's uni party,
Updated 04-26-09 at 04:12 AM by Undercover
So after being in a happy mood (well, happy for me) this last week, I awoke friday to the uncomfortable feeling in my stomach... within half an hour the contents had decided to extract themselves... this has only just stopped earlier today.. I can hardly lift a glass of water to my face at the moment I'm that bloody dehydrated/weak. Nearly called a doctor out earlier when I'd not been able to hold anything down for longer than two minutes.
Feeling very slightly
So, tonight my mum and I went and saw Adam Hills live. Man is absolutely hilarious. He heckled all the latecomers, taught us some sign language, and told some great jokes. But one thing really stood out in my mind. It wasn't even a joke, but more of a story. And it went something like this.
Imagine everyone is inflatable. When you go past them, you can choose to inflate or deflate them. You know you've inflated someone when they stand up straight and smile. You know you've deflated
I sort of stopped blogging on here, go to - www.catheedf.blogspot.com - if you wanna read 'em.
I'll post here sometimes, but probably not as often.