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Sep. 25th, 2004 08:14 pmI just got to level thirteen of this addictive game, and had only ever reached eleven before. 49350 points. I'm allowed to preen, dammit.
Um. Yes.
Mim and I are in the Melville computer room. Today we, um. did. stuff. yes. Well, met![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nostalgia_lj et spockette et redistributer and sat in the union and went up and laughed at the sporty people and, um. made Laa fuck off and bought foodstuffs and came back here. Oh, and paid for Jim the voodoodildo.
Last night, you see, we were walking past charity shops and I spotted, on top of the big white bag in one doorway, this big wooden thing, which turned out to be a tall pointy head. And I thought it was magnificent. And stole it. Rationalisation being that drunken people would most likely have taken it anyway, and not have gone back to pay for it. The woman said that they do get stuff stolen quite a lot, and seemed quite impressed that we were being honest and suchlike. So Mim and I own him. It was going to be a collective thing, but nobody else went with or input money. If anyone wants to, St Andrews people, we can work out a timeshare thing based on share of cost and share of lugging the damn thing around all night and looking like a fucking idiot. I got the strangest looks. Partly, probably, because I was also carrying Sergio, Mim's large white teddy bear.
Anyway. I rock at Tontie. And I have a Mim on my floor. And tomorrow we may brave the Societies Fayre. Or not.
Um. Yes.
Mim and I are in the Melville computer room. Today we, um. did. stuff. yes. Well, met
nostalgia_lj et spockette et redistributer and sat in the union and went up and laughed at the sporty people and, um. made Laa fuck off and bought foodstuffs and came back here. Oh, and paid for Jim the voodoodildo. Last night, you see, we were walking past charity shops and I spotted, on top of the big white bag in one doorway, this big wooden thing, which turned out to be a tall pointy head. And I thought it was magnificent. And stole it. Rationalisation being that drunken people would most likely have taken it anyway, and not have gone back to pay for it. The woman said that they do get stuff stolen quite a lot, and seemed quite impressed that we were being honest and suchlike. So Mim and I own him. It was going to be a collective thing, but nobody else went with or input money. If anyone wants to, St Andrews people, we can work out a timeshare thing based on share of cost and share of lugging the damn thing around all night and looking like a fucking idiot. I got the strangest looks. Partly, probably, because I was also carrying Sergio, Mim's large white teddy bear.
Anyway. I rock at Tontie. And I have a Mim on my floor. And tomorrow we may brave the Societies Fayre. Or not.
