You know it's

a problem, when it overtakes breakfast in the morning 'to-do hierarchy'.

I've turned into

a person that

falls asleep

to the sound of somebody narrating excerpts fromThe Economist. And, do you know what? I don't even care. I like being an

INTELLECTUAL.

This didn't come

from the

HEART.

It came from guilt.

Cristiano Ronaldo,

we love you; I always believed in the happily ever after.

I am the proof that

there IS a God.

Don't you know

I've got my mother's eyes? My mother is a workaholic.

I could have got lost

in Liz Fox's eyes. Luckily, I'm still here.

Yes, Kele,

I'm hoping for a miracle.

I'm almost never

out of the woods.

I've always thought

you were a prick.

now I know for sure.

this day

could not have been more shit.

here's why.

F**k you, Apple.

why don't you MacBook Touch my arse.

I must have just wasted

a load of time filling out pointless forms.

Lost, Forgot & Missed.

LOST:

I lost my Oyster card either somewhere in Harlow, or in the bus back yesterday coming home from work experience. On the card was a week travelcard valid for zones 1-6 at a value of £31.60 or something like that. Therefore, mum had to dig deep into the reserves …

nath: Clocks for times when time doesn't really...

nath:

Clocks for times when time doesn't really matter.

'Whatever Clock' on Perpetual Kid and the 'Who Cares Clock' on Cafepress.

Laurence Fiole

is a woman. A French woman, to be exact.