Thrrrrrust.

And so ends Chicken Run. Blogging? At this late hour? What has my life come to? Once again, I shall asume you are all well as, judging from the fact you are reading this, you are probably alive, and that is all that matters.
I had a magically christmassy (is that a word?) day today; we traveled to Brum to a soundtrack of christmas songs, then it started snowing and I went christmas shopping. It was ever so lovely. I, being a rather odd child, decided i wanted an icecream on possibly the coldest day so far. My body had a wonderful time trying to get warm again. 'No matter', I thought, 'I will visit Urban Outfitters and spend enough money to feed a small African village.' I did just that, but not on myself. I was also rather flabbergasted (great word, no?) to find the present I had spent £4.50 more from buying online, due to extortionate postage. As is life in Britain.
I just have one last thought, a couple of things I want on a t-shirt in relation to Twilight; Either 'Team Edward
Doing it right since 1860'
OR
'Team Jacob
Doing it doggy style'
I found it quite funny, if not a tad crude, that those came from my wit.
Oh dear, I really have hit a low...