Thursday, July 31, 2008

In which I am apparently not allowed a social life

Marsha Klein came round for a drink this evening. During the course of the evening Rosa a) crapped on my lap and b) bit Marsha. Someone, I'm not sure who (although it wasn't Marsha or I) crapped on the hall carpet.

Gah. God knows what will happen if I ever get a boyfriend.

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