Bring Ont' Fun...

Yep, that's right, you heard me. After ten gazillion hospital appointments I am actually going to get round to having some fun. This weekend I will be visiting the city of Oxford, and more importantly, all my universityish friends for fun, fun, fun, fun, fun fun fun, partytimes, NICKY HENDERSON'S 22ND BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY, panini, Japanese food, PVC, naked outfits, physics freshers drinks, beards, sleeping, fun, funfunfunfunfun, fun, fun, fun, cookies, fun, fun, funfunfun, fun, fun, second hand fancy dress clothes and some fun thrown in there too. It seems so long since I was studying there properly. Probably because it was. Heh. I AM GETTING OLD. Running out of years to assassinate people... DAMN DAMN DAMN HAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM DAMN. Algo-algo-algo-rythmmmm... Get them with the CONCEALED BASKET OF FRUIT. THEY NEVER SUSPECT THAT. No one ever rigged a vote with a banana. Peaches, they've come close. I have four. The same amount of peaches as my grannie has bananas... I need to finish the dress, damnit, why am I hereeeeeeeeee. There is no Constanze if there is no golden dress. Golder than the morning sun...

... Anyway...

Since I last wrote all I've done is have blood taken, pretty much, and wait for about seven thousand hours in the transport area next to an enraged man who kept looking over his shoulder as if someone was creeping up on him... Probably someone trying to get a look up my skirt, as I lay across three seats in a minidress. To be fair, I don't think you'd even have to try. No one scores any points for seeing my knickers/rude bits anyway, they're out at most social occasions anyway. Not on purpose, I'm just not very good at wearing clothes. Just this morning I showed the postman my nipple. I really sell myself, don't I?

And now, to work on my dress. I am making it to wear to an exhibition about scars- it has a special cutout hole over my huuuuuge hickman line scar to show it off. Photos may appear on here if a suitable one is taken. I intend to be mistaken for an exhibit, but this time it is planned. Carefully planned.

Away with me! See you when I have walked many meters and hugged many people and eaten many objects and other such extremely tiring things...

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