October 2011
32 posts
Nabokov’s Lolita. I even have - I shit you not - an underwear filled plastic lollipop. The mind boggles.
*high-fives Jo* YEAH LITERARY CHARACTER COSTUMES.
I always looked quite good in fatigues.
Two and a half hours solid schmoozing. But at least at the end I was allowed to call one of the associates ‘T-dog’.
Count G makes the BEST apple tart things in the world. You know this, but it’s worth stating on the internet.
is an accurate map of the things closest to my mind at the moment; filthy-mouthed boys in Iraq, ripping into Captain Wentworth for my Austen’s Persuasion essay and presentation, and the new Florence and the Machine album. Literally danced for about half an hour to it.
1) Nikolaj Coster-Waldau
2) Trentemoller.
That is all.
itsnotfoodanymoreitsdarwinism:
jamie bamber is going to be on house in november. i might pass out.
Funk yes.
Lady N (in manner of old crusty possibly black American lady): Hey the war wasn’t like that in my day. Yo didn’t throw away no fruit.
Lady N: Why are your eyebrows burnt?
Lady N’s brother:…oh yeah that’s probably from when I was showing mom how to use a bong.
and I’ve already:
- Had a massive academic disagreement with my tutor. A productive one, but I definitely got on my soapbox for the sake of defending modern literature
- Thought I was going to die on the Thames
- Wanted to take out a hit on TFL
- Tempted to jack in all the Law ideas and go and write the first great Iraq war novel, because there just don’t appear to be any.