December 2010
55 posts
OH. Nice Hair.. Nice Clothes.. Looks familiar..
It’s the thought that counts, right? Box of roses: “Did you buy the box & eat all the good ones?”. i am a terrible daughter.
“act your age not your shoe size” my father has always rebelled against this phrase. Today he was an engineer; after over heating his car he opened the bonnet allowing the engine to explode right in front of him.. He thinks he’s badass because he refused gas whilst A&E cut him out of his sleeve to bandage his arm up. This however turns my stomach. Get Well Soon Daddy.
I absolutely love working on boxing day. Please note the heavy sarcastic tone
”It was one of the happiest times of my life.” We didn’t have a stick of furniture. We would have picnics in the living room. We ate when we felt like it. Stayed up all night when we wanted. We vowed never to fall into routine, to go to bed or wake up at the same time. We lived on that mattress. Benjamin Button.
HO HO HO. this morning i was woken by a violent tug on the nose, ignoring the pain while my eyes adjusted to the situation; my father in a five pound santa suit totally in character. He left disapointed, you’d think he’d know by now that a 9am wake up would be a total fail. Waking up in my own time: midday, i strolled downstairs prepared to rip apart gifts only to see beardless santa...
Apparently my sister looks like a male:
Sainsbury’s employee: “do you have a nectar card sir?”.. “If you’d just like to insert your card there, sir?”.. “And a merry Christmas to you sir”
RING FOR A KISS: Barry is definitely going to regret buying me this bell, just as he suspects. *giggle*
Thank you snow; for clearing up just enough to allow my boyfriend to arrive to me all in piece, pounding on my door with wet socks bearing gifts. Adventures in the snow, nachos in bed, oc marathon, lounging around in our underwear, wishing i was a wizard in my brand new slanket, ordering the wettest chow mein ever.. with the most unessessary mushrooms, loosing thumb war, hangover giggles Christmas...
Dear Snow, Despite how beautiful you are. Is there any chance you could melt by sunrise? Pretty Please? I’ll never use a curse word again. Yours Sincerely Elena
i love lazing around in my pants.
“El, you look like your dying”. Trust your gut instinct; next time i may politely decline taking off my make up in public & having it redone by my boss. horrific.
The downside to teaching your mum how to use her new blackberry: BBMessenger: Encarnita says @ 9:04PM “quedaros calentitas y a dormir pronto” ..keep snug & bed early ^_^
well “Black Friday” was pretty white. Snowed us apart: Elena: 0 Snow: 1 Public loss of balance: Elena: 0 Snow: 1 Stepping in Fresh snow: Elena: 1 Snow: 0 Public Transport: Elena: 0 Snow: 1 Arriving early to work: Elena: 1 Snow: 0 Excuse to mess around on...
Basorexia -verb 1. The overwhelming desire to kiss.
Two Months with the boyfriend. Still Smiling. Still Collecting kisses.
Note to Self: Don’t let Barry go home for Christmas. Possible hiding places: Under my bed.
Don’t tell me secrets; i suffer from overwhelming desires to blab. Its always a curiosity what your fellow employees do with their spare time. I couldn’t have even imagined anything this good: My Boss dumpster dives. Freeganism involves choosing to salvage discarded, unspoiled food from supermarket dumpsters. My boss is not homeless, she just chooses to eat from bins.
“I know how to draw Mohamed Gandhi” Sofia, obviously.
You have been requested to join us for Christmas dinner. The festive feast will start at 8.30. Bring your turkey trousers. Our very own Christmas Dinner at the Minoli household began with a 9pm arrival, because punctuality is impossible. After being greeted/attacked by huxley’s paws at the front door, we Joined the handful of exclusive guests; Josef, Laura and Esther. All whom shared equally...
“THERE’S A SAUSAGE ON HIS WILLY”. Sofia left a sausage on passed out JD’s willy. shortly after, he vomited, all over himself. The content he managed to steer into a bucket is quite possibly still in the bucket. right outside the bathroom door, for anyone’s viewing pleasure.
pasta, brew & eastenders.. rather than a night out. nerdd.
I allowed Urban Outfitters to rape my purse for the second time this month. restriction order please.
Gia Carangi: I could have my own children. And if they got too loud, I would just put them some place quiet. Put them in the oven. And I would kiss them every day, and tell them you don’t have to be anybody, because I would know that being somebody doesn’t make you anybody anyway.
Wilhemina cooper: You will always be somebody to me.
The Tourist. Myself, Sofia.. the odeon.. Angelina Jolie, you never fail to amaze me. Sofia Costa, you never fail to insult the odeon staff.
What ever happened to Sunday being a “day of rest”? Technically after my 9:00AM alarm awoke us, i was entitled to pressing “snooze” & staying in bed all day munching strawberry poptarts at Russell Street.. Rather than the reality of being at work just in time for “browsing” o’clock.
Mr Kipling’s exceedingly merry mince pies, butter enriched pastry cases deep filled with delicious mincemeat are suitable for vegetarians, Discuss.
chrismas jumpers. nom.
Lets play Eskimos all year round. it’s cold; where are your arms when i need them?
I’m feeling festive this year. I think it’s about time i add Christmas tree onto my to do list, right beneath belated advent calender. Although I cannot promise watching the o.c Chrismukkahh episode for a zillionth time won’t distract me from doing all of the above.
note to self: refrain from inviting Barry over when he knows a) his Christmas presents are somewhere in the flat b) that i’m the worst liar in the entire world & c) changing present locations is impossible whilst being chased.
The awkward moment when no one wants to give their wand to voldemort. Orange Wednesday date. Deathly Hallows: Part 1, contrary to belief hands down the best Harry Potter so far. Although, i fear insomnia so long as he who shall not be named is in possession of the elder wand.
Huxley Minoli. dressed for the occasion. Reindeer ears.. Christmas jumper.. super sweet. How could i resist not sharing my burger?
