|11:14 pm - Chaos! Tragedy! Scarflessness!|
Eeek! forsakendaemon, I managed to completely miss you somehow! First I rang you, and there was no answer, and then I sent a text. And then (apparently) you rang me, but I never heard my phone ring. (And it's not like it's an easy to miss ring tone *cough**imperialmarch**cough*)
So I managed to completely miss out on seeing you. Which meant utter chaos and tragedy and me being scarfless.
My scarf collection now seems tragically deprived. *pouts*
But whilst wandering around the city, I managed to discover that Baskin-Robbins has some of the most cracked out ice-cream flavours ever. Yummy, but insane.
Especially that blue one with the sherbet. Seriously, it tastes as if there is a party in my mouth, and everyone's on acid.
And a discover that thrilled me, but no-one else will care about in the slightest: One of the colours on one of my Posh French Skirts is an exact match for my maroon jacket.
I can be colour co-ordinated, yay!
Oh, and Peter from work had what has to be one of the funniest comments come up from one of his calls. He was speaking to some New Zealander girl, and when asked if she liked stand-up comedy, her response was (according to Peter), that no, she didn't like stand up comedy. She liked sheep.
Cue the entire office giggling.
I also had a stupid customer quote. When asked if she wanted tickets: "Sorry, it's too hard for me to think about."
Jesus, lady, it's only a yes or no answer.