I had cheesy scrambled egg, couscous and sweet chilli sauce, with the sauce from sardines in tomato sauce (the sardines were weird looking so I binned them) only the couscous was mine, the rest I was given by various friends that have left.
On a paper plate, cooked in a dirty pan.
and nougat pillow lidl cereal, with milk someone left for me. Out of a mug, not my own, with the spoon I used for my “main” meal…
I dreamt me and Michael Cera were lovers last night. It's weird because we just had sex wherever we were. Like, in public.
On the beach, at a campsite, next to a swimming pool, in the swimming pool, on a school trip, in the middle of a small children’s school trip. And we didn’t walk anywhere, we literally clung to each other and rolled places, naked, having sex.
I already told Hannah this would happen:
I miss my imagined baby. I want it to come back and take the cramps away. I miss it.
UFC was siq. Lots of unexpected shit though, like Travis knocking out Stefan. Mightymouse beating that whosisface, Miguel Angel something. Frank Mir not taking out Roy Nelson properly (shit that guy looked ill…) And Quintin Jackson not knocking out Matt Hamill? I mean srsly. And it means my flatmate lost out on £20, he bet on Rampage winning by KO.
Wait. Kendall’s my baby, who did he fight again? But he lost :( I think. It was a long time ago, I don’t recall.
why didn’t I know this?! UGH but yes, we shall be waiting with baited breath to see the ENTIRE main card. And also Grove v Boetsch, did I mention I was largely in love with Kendall Grove? A girl can dream. BUT ANYWAY.
It’s gonna be sick, and yeah I’ve got favourites for most bouts, but they’re just gonna be excellent anyway. If this is at all like 129 I’ll just wet myself, because lets face it, there were some EXCEPTIONAL fights there.