HI

I'm a tumbleargh gal now

http://alextolhurst.tumblr.com/

Me: Oh your dog is sooo cute! He looks like Chewbacca, I mean in a really adorable way!
A: What is Chewbacca?
Me: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?

Oh, no

A few weeks ago I moved in with a friend and her boyfriend, and I just realised something terrible. Something awful. Something that will impact me in untold ways.

My friend's boyfriend's name starts with an I. HOW AM I GOING TO WRITE AMUSING STORIES IF I REFERENCE HIM AS "I" ALL THE TIME? Example: Today I and I decided to clean the carpets. YOU SEE? IT DOES NOT WORK.

As I see it, there are only three solutions:

- Convince I to change his name to Herbert (OH MY GOODNESS SEE HOW ANNOYING THAT "I" THING IS ALREADY?)
- Give him a substitute name on this blog
- Kill him and make someone with a SENSIBLE NAME move in

My brother: You probably don't remember this but you came into my room at about 3am and raged at me because I had the TV too loud and it woke you up. You looked like you'd suffered a psychotic break... I was genuinely scared. (Thoughtful silence) If you ever go to uni you should avoid shared accomodation.

Today I was sitting at my desk, reading lamebook and eating yogurt. I missed my mouth, smearing mango ski all over my chin. Probably should invest in a bib.

L: I'm like Joan Holloway because I have big boobs and am outspoken. You're Peggy because you're quiet and smart, and K's like Don Draper except he's gay and nobody here would sleep with him anyway.

Sometimes I worry that one day at work I'll answer the phone "Dunder Mifflin this is Pam"