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Saturday, 8 December 2007

This is why nothing ever gets done.

Ahhhh. You know what, Baileys is probably the only thing that can replace a hug. It's as if it wraps my insides in its creamy arms and kisses me good night.

I started writing my essay! TRUE STORY! And the plan was really easy. Don't know if I'll be able to make 2000 words, but whatever... I'll do a good job. I'll just get back to work now.

As soon as I've filed my nails.


  1. Ahh, I so desire a nice tumbler filled with the Irish creamy goodness... Y'know what strangely goes with Baileys?

    Grapes. Indeed, only of the red/purple variety of course. There's something about Baileys that turns your insides into a whole world of fun for a grape. Rollercoasters, bungee jumping, psychoanalytical debates... You name it. It's there waiting for your freshly-ingested spherical object of AWESOMENESS to experience.

    But no really... It's quite good.

    I like grapes. *nod*

    What's your essay about?

  2. If you take a mouthful of Baileys and a mouthful of something citrussy like lime cordial, the cream congeals in your mouth. In Glasgow it's called a Cement Mixer. You, Anna, are young and daring (foolish?!) enough to try this...

    Aw go on!


  3. hmmmm :D I must admit, you've piqued my curiosity... DANGIT I've got to get back to work! I just have to finish this little bit and then I'm done, for now.


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