If I was dead, and didn’t know about it, I would totally notice that people stopped talking to me. Also, you know, when my wife attended my funeral. And, you know, when people sent over a platter or whatever.
Furthermore, I am never going to be able to use the bathroom ever again. When I look in the mirror, the variety of terrifying people I see (especially the Da Vinci Code guy that Xinmei likes) will be overshadowed by the vomitey girl and hanging people.
I have eaten so much chocolate. I feel sick. And guilty. And like dancing, but that’s unrelated.
I need the loo. Dammit. Also, the light in my downstairs toilet isn’t working, so you have to go by the light of a torch, and it’s all a little too expedition-ey and plain scary for me.
Oh, on the High School Musical website you can vote about what you want them to put in High School Musical 2.
I don’t know if I have wellies for tomorrow.
Bye bye!
P.S. All the time…they’re everywhere…
P.P.S. Why is red so much scarier when it is on a balloon or a door handle or a carpet than when it is on a cheerleading uniform?
