October 12th, 2003

Enfieldean

Jeans!

Astrid said, you can never have too many pairs of jeans. Whether she's right or not, I only have one pair of jeans which nobody else tries to "borrow". I thought this should be remedied when I could find cheap jeans, especially given how Jess said I looked good in them.

So when I went around Sainsbury's yesterday and saw supercheap pleasant jeans, I was interested. After work today I deviated from my normal route home to go into Sainsbury's. I ended up buying four pairs of jeans for about a tenner each. They're really nice, apart from a ghastly logo on them. I'll hack that off the back of them soon.

This month is a month of lots of interesting things are coming out. I need to work out what it'd be best for me to buy and what'd be best to ask for Christmas (this year I can actually think of a few little things I want, last year I didn't have a clue what I wanted due to buying little things for myself before Christmas - such was the confusion of regular work and having money to spend).

So I need to list these things somewhere. I'll put it in a private post, I'm sure you don't care about what I desire. But lots of people keep mentioning things that I would find quite nice to have, really.

Tomorrow I do an afternoon's work and have the evening to myself. I have pretzels and doritos and DVDs. I shall attempt to pig out.
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Abbychat dream!

There's a group of friends I have (most of them don't bloody read LJ though, the scum) who I frequently chat with in an AIM group chat. The group has been named the Abbychat, based off the mumsy person who often makes the chats. Anyway, I had a dream that involved most of them last night.

The dream involved some special locket one of us found, and for some reason it said "GIVE US YOUR SOUL" on the front of it. So we all laughed and said "Sure, have my soul!" to the locket in a joking fashion.

And when it got to nighttime and we all slept, whoever had the locket became alluring to everyone. Nothing remarkably kinky happened, but none of us realised the locket was causing this.

Anyway, the best part of the dream was when Neil figured out what the locket did and grabbed hold of it. The locket lost its power at dawn, y'see. Which was the same time Neil grabbed hold of it. End result was him lying there screaming for people to give him sweet love, and everyone else has walked off and gone to bed.

Yes, a fair percentage of you won't find this funny, but Trippy will laugh her head off at this.