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Oct. 30th, 2001 03:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
missfrostAnyone want some Maltesers? I thought this was one of those rare occasions when I feel like eating chocolate, until I started eating it. Yuk.
I started off in a really cheerful mood today, and it’s all evaporated. Obviously eating a bit of chocolate turns me into Serial Killer Bitch from Hell. Good job I don’t like ice cream either isn’t it?
They have been filming Animal Hospital round the corner from my house for about six weeks now, and I have not spotted Rolf once. But then again I am totally crap at spotting famous people, and the only famous person I have randomly spotted by myself while living in London was, ironically, Terry Christian.
Best Kelly-ism of the day “Mark, you’re gonna hate me, but I hate myself anyway, so what are you gonna do?”
Hmm. Where is Carine? They were supposed to be doing her tonsillectomy at 9am, but I’ve just phoned l’hopital and the Patient Line number she gave me has been given to Sophia Charlcroft. So unless Carine’s had an English transplant or something, she’s not in the bed she was yesterday.
And she’s not at home, or answering her mobile. And the hospital’s not answering their main number.
Where is that crazy French woman?
I started off in a really cheerful mood today, and it’s all evaporated. Obviously eating a bit of chocolate turns me into Serial Killer Bitch from Hell. Good job I don’t like ice cream either isn’t it?
They have been filming Animal Hospital round the corner from my house for about six weeks now, and I have not spotted Rolf once. But then again I am totally crap at spotting famous people, and the only famous person I have randomly spotted by myself while living in London was, ironically, Terry Christian.
Best Kelly-ism of the day “Mark, you’re gonna hate me, but I hate myself anyway, so what are you gonna do?”
Hmm. Where is Carine? They were supposed to be doing her tonsillectomy at 9am, but I’ve just phoned l’hopital and the Patient Line number she gave me has been given to Sophia Charlcroft. So unless Carine’s had an English transplant or something, she’s not in the bed she was yesterday.
And she’s not at home, or answering her mobile. And the hospital’s not answering their main number.
Where is that crazy French woman?
