I need sleep…

because I’m tired, reason enough. Spent the night on a coach traveling from W’hampton to London Stansted, where I am now sitting writing this blog. My stomach makes noises, but what else is new? 

Believe it or not, it is actually sunny outside, I can tell because the sun is blinding me, so excuse any spelling errors. My feet smells, but lucky me I’m the only one close enough to smell them -_- Ida just got down on the floor, hiding from the burning sun, trying to write another epic standalone, which I’m sure she’ll be able to do. That girl is one hell of a writer I tell you.

This might be the most boring blog entry of the century but shoot that fish, I’m tired like hell, and my feet smells like hell, and I’m rambling like hell so we must be in hell! Did you see what I did there eh? Well, only if you have seen some Jeff Dunham you might get that one. Peanut is absolutely hilarious. He almost makes me laugh as much as Whose Line Is It Anyway, but not quite as much, as that might be impossible. Oh Jeff Davis on there, mmmmm, makes my cups spill. Darnit he is one fit funny fellah.

Oooh talking ’bout fit, I actually talked to Fit yesterday. Have I told you about Fit? Well, he is our (me and Ida’s) favourite HMV guy back home in Wolves, and we named him Fit HMV guy, or just Fit for short. He is absolutely gorgeous. Ida claims I have got the biggest crush on him and truth be known, I think she’s right. I have never literally jumped backover just by seeing some bloke before, but this one time I thought Fit wasn’t working and he suddenly appeared from behind the counter, I did. Oh boy I did. Ida had to try her very best not to burst out laughing. I don’t blame her tho. 

Yeah just some boredom rambling there, I see you all whoever you are when I get home, and oh, I promise to update more often. I’ve been lazy haven’t I? And if you read this nonsense for some weirdo reason, comment it and make my day. Adios for now.

xxx
Renate