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» How nerdy are you?
They fuck you up, your mum and dad...
For my 17th birthday, my mum realised she didn't have enough candles. Rather than just put one symbolic one on the cake, she put, in a line, one candle, three empty candle holders, and one candle.
Binary birthday cake.
There was never any hope for me.
Oh, and I wish that iTunes was compatible with Excel so I could analyse my listening habits in more detail.
*pop*
(Sun 9th Mar 2008, 12:16, More)
They fuck you up, your mum and dad...
For my 17th birthday, my mum realised she didn't have enough candles. Rather than just put one symbolic one on the cake, she put, in a line, one candle, three empty candle holders, and one candle.
Binary birthday cake.
There was never any hope for me.
Oh, and I wish that iTunes was compatible with Excel so I could analyse my listening habits in more detail.
*pop*
(Sun 9th Mar 2008, 12:16, More)
» Accidental innuendo
College dinner
Dessert was Black Forest gateau, which of course had a glacé cherry on top. I loathe cherries.
Ninety students make a lot of noise, so my voice, not normally very quiet in any case, was raised a notch so that those around me could hear me.
It was just my bad luck, I suppose, that one of those random silences fell just as I poked my fork in the offending sugar-preserved fruit, so that the entire year heard me ask, loudly and cheerily, "Anybody want my cherry?"
(Thu 12th Jun 2008, 19:23, More)
College dinner
Dessert was Black Forest gateau, which of course had a glacé cherry on top. I loathe cherries.
Ninety students make a lot of noise, so my voice, not normally very quiet in any case, was raised a notch so that those around me could hear me.
It was just my bad luck, I suppose, that one of those random silences fell just as I poked my fork in the offending sugar-preserved fruit, so that the entire year heard me ask, loudly and cheerily, "Anybody want my cherry?"
(Thu 12th Jun 2008, 19:23, More)