.::a stick of butter::.
Kate's over and we're eating Marks and Spencer cookies (we're HIGH CLASS HO's) and drinking Archers & Lemonade (which is actually nothing like lemonade) and singing Spice Girls songs. Why not? We've got a week left here as of tomorrow! HOOTY HOO!
I turned in my second to last paper today...Kate and I have all the supplies for Italy...
(1) some really huge-ass backpacks that MATCH...yeah, we know..they're 65 liters and big enough "to carry two dead cats and a bag of kitty litter...oh dude I am sick" as Kate would say
(2)proper shoes...I got North Face hiking shoes that are so rad I want to sleep in them
(3)Mr. Skip Bojangles (SB)...he's the guy we've decided to take along with us...he's only about 10 inches tall but he has a Hitler mustache and a sparkling personality
I can't wait to get the skizance out of England...
As for now I'll leave you with the lyrics of the immortal Pixies...
I GOT A BROKEN FACE...ONCE THERE WAS THIS BOY WHO HAD TWO CHILDREN WITH HIS SISITERS WHO WERE HIS DAUGHTERS WHO WERE HIS FAVORITE LOVERS..IVE GOT NO LIPS IVE GOT NO TONGUE...I'VE GOT A BROKEN FACE!
damn the man