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Sunday, 11 September 2011

Yesterdays food (and (D))

Was brilliant! McDonalds breakfast, 2 cheese and onion pasty + 3 dohnuts for lunch, another dohnut for supper and a whole bottle of TESCOS Active Sports Drink. Like lucozade but better and cheaper.

The dream was beyond weird. I was a princess and it was a ceremony at a weird temporary shack. I went off to find some off the royal Housecarles (My wording, I blame AD for giving me the icemark chronicles to read) and I bumped into A weird version of PJ/John (the gay one from TORCHWOOD see kiss kiss bang bang episode :3) who was dressed in basicly a black velvet sheet (I got the image from my pocket quiver, it hangs weird) Who basicly too me hostage until "Jack"(Ok, Ok, It was TB, but so much cuter and very gay/strong/ idolish)  got there, Who lo and behold was never gonna put up with PJ (to be honest thank god the dream went that way, the other way is scary) and banished him, which made me run away and colapse, and wake up in the medical tent with Jack/TB and the housecarles surrounding me with very worried looks, to which I just sat up and shouted BOO! which scared them crapless. Glad to seem e alive we all went back to the ceremony me on the shoulders of two of the housecarles and than I think I woke up...

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