Bus Journey To Find God…

Whilst on the bus en route to the city, Cave Woman decided to share her views on Goths dress sense

Cave Woman – I mean why do they all wear black? It’s just not flattering

ME – Yes black is

Cave Woman – Not when you wear it like that

She went on to declare that she had been thinking of finding god…

ME – Oh great talk to the atheist why don’t you [points at furby]. I do think it’s really nice to have something to believe in

Cave Woman – Well I met a Vicar the other day and he was just so happy, no one is that happy

Furby – I don’t know a single happy Christian

ME –  I feel we are all making some sweeping generalizations here

Furby – Ok I don’t know any happy lesbian christians.

Cave Woman – He was just so nice, it must be god

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There seemed to be a religious theme running through the week, as over our house Valentines meal we found ourselves engaged in a conversation regarding our beliefs about the after life and reincarnation.  We had all shared our views on what happens when you die..

Me – I’m not sure that I believe there is a heaven and hell but I understand why people would want to believe in them

HM3 – I know, it’s not possible, heaven would be too congested

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The day before my housemates final exam they were coming close to losing their grip on reality…HM3 storms into the lounge where I was sat with HM1 and Cave Woman…

HM3 – I’ve just been watching that Jamie Oliver 30 minute meal thing and he just made pan-fried pizza, you know when you make it in a pan..

ME – Yes thats tends to be why they call it PAN fried

HM3 – hahaoh yeah, well it looked amazing and now my pizza looks pathetic in comparision and I’ve been craving that pizza all day and he has just ruined it for me..

ME – I’m pretty sure your pizza will be just fine

HM3 – Well I don’t know if I should have something else now

Cave Woman – Do they really cook pan-fried pizza in a pan?

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Whilst out on the town last night Furby met herself a new lady friend, we were discussing the meeting this morning..

Furby – Do you know how we got talking in the first place…I told her you had Aspergers

ME – Brilliant

Homage To My Housemates…

So I walk into the house carrying a heart-shaped balloon, whilst on the phone to 6’4″ and I note HM1 and HM3 sniggering to themselves …

HM3 –  get a knife and burst it

I found this somewhat bitter after the pair of them had spent romantic (or otherwise) weekends with ‘significant others’, and I had offered to cook for us all this evening.  So exclaiming down the phone that I hate my housemates I dumped myself on the sofa next to them and continued my rant about how rubbish they are.  Having put down the phone…

ME – God I need to get some lunch

HM1 – I think you need to go upstairs

[She’s not great at this whole secret keeping melarky…gets too excited]

ME – Oh god is this going to make me feel guilty for saying I hate you

HM1 – Yes

ME – Brilliant

I walk into my room to find a home-made [yes home-made, as in spent time and effort] Valentines card, in which is written some of the cheesiest but really cutest words…so housemates this is my time to say thank you, not only for providing entertainment to me and the masses but for really being a great group of people.

So HM1, 2 and 3 I Love You All…Happy Valentines Day!!!

xxxx