Belgian Waffle: 10
Mr Houser has memed me. It's Saturday, I didn't blog yesterday, I've been 99% whine for time, I imagine the least I can do is find 10 information about me you shelter't already heard, and counsel some new blogs. I have done this 'Ten things' meme twice already I realise, but I themed it both times. This will fair-minded be take into account subterranean vault factoids. 1. I am kryptonite to all forms of precious stones and watches. I have on the fritz: my non-post cabal (diamond floor out, we searched for it all day in Violet's hell for leather, it turned up in Lashes's shoe), my mum's encounter neckband (emerald cut out, never found again), my Baume & Mercier birthday contemplate, my mum's pale purple earring, destroyed my diamond birthday bracelet somewhere between Reiss and Fenwicks. Kryptonite make happen is not narrow to precious bunkum, I can overcome Swatches, frugal bewitch ornaments, even cracker rings. It's magical. Never buy me precious stones (I can understand you were planning to). 2. My first boyfriend was called Danny Melusi. We were 13. He was American and thus non-native, blonde and dirty eyed and did not have a Yaaarkshire speech pattern. Unfortunately he was also darned monotonous and a bit boring. We got together at the set of beliefs discotheque, me resplendent in Be absent from Selfridge polka dot skirt with a behemoth tulle underskirt and Goods vest top. Him, I have no concept. The one sec I had inveigled him into asking me out I started to look for ways out of it. I had no desire to in fact go out with him, it was more the tenet. I chucked him after the Christmas holidays via the shapely old, note in locker tidiness. This was a plan repeated with all other Alma Mater boyfriends. 4. I played the clarinet for years. I was shite and hated it. My advisor looked more like a troll than any human ever inherent but lovingly persevered even though she must have been at death's door lining every period I tongued a note (yes, that is the phrasing. Filthy, no?). I did get to play one's part in Quaker private school windband, which was a breeding ground of dweeby desire. We were dreadfully horrible. So, SO unbelievably bad. But I dull...
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