Cherry jelly may be the best thing ever. I mean, seriously, AWESOME.
Went shopping today with the vague lesbian. I haven't 'been shopping' for goddamn ages. Such a girly thing to go do. I mean I shop in that I buy things or try things on when I get bored between classes. We didn't buy anything today just wandered round laughing at extremely shiny bras and bondage kits talking drunken exploits and dwindling relationships. Until she got a craving for doughnuts and we walked down Buchanan street with the box in one hand and jam and sugar everywhere. By the time we were on Argyle Street we'd eaten 2 apiece and felt a little sick. She desperately wanted to meet someone we knew so we could pass on the unwanted baked treat but we met not a soul and her boyfriend merely suggested we hold on to it until he turned up for work at 5. Pfft to that says I and start looking through my list of people who would gladly take the food off our hands (considered just handing it to someone but doubted anyone would trust us) and was fairly successful much to her amusement.
"I love coming out with you. You're as insane as I am but you don't hide it."
The best compliments are the ones that are kinda insulting.
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