Monday, June 8, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
I'm no mess, I'm lovely. I'm talking to the taxi man about becoming a taxi driver. He doesn't want me to be one. I think it's because he's afraid I'd take all his jobs because I'm better looking than he is. Pat Kenny is lovely.
Study is painful. I've been trying to do anything but this morning. My all time low was when I reparked all the cars in the drive way to face the right way. Now, I've progressed from shoes clearing to clothes sorting.