Letters to Jason: The First Day in Ireland

  • Sep. 16th, 2011 at 9:40 PM
kelzadiddle: (keep calm and read Wodehouse)
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 16, 2011
09:40PM
HOME IN IRELAND, KELZA'S AND SHANNON'S ROOM

Dear Jason,

Well, what can I write? Since you've phoned already, you know about my day. Nice lie-in, daytime telly, no free time as Shannon and Sophie are talking to me nearly all the time, probably still giddy that I'm here.

There's still a weekend to go but I'm nervous about going to university. Very, very nervous. The whole registration faff hasn't helped my anxiety any as I have this strange and horrible feeling that I won't get to start my course and all of this - the effort, the gap year and the pain of being away from you - will all be for nothing.

But enough of the red tape faffery... )

Letters to Jason: Moving to Ireland

  • Sep. 15th, 2011 at 7:35 PM
kelzadiddle: (UFO Club Poster 1)
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 15, 2011
07:35PM
STRANRAER, ABOARD THE STENA LINE HSS

Dear Jason,

Your mum was right! Tea and coffee is now no longer free on ferries. These are sad days indeed; darker, in fact, than the tea I can now no londer afford to immerse myself in.

Chances are you'll phone when I'm still on board - or back on the road. There's been a lot of 'on-roading' today; five hours of it, in fact, if you ignore the two-hour business sojourn to Manchester.

Why have I felt the bizarre need to write 'sojourn' in these letters? I almost wrote it yesterday and I have no recollection why.

Sojourn. Ha. Aha. Hahaha... ehem.

Anyway... )

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Fun fact about Stranraer: the town's branch of New Look is right next to a police station. Any Scottish chavettes (nedettes) who fancied their chances during the UK riots in August wouldn't have had far to go. This was a thought of mine as we drove through the town!
kelzadiddle: (Write Like a Mofo)
Dear Hotmail,

Let me access my e-mails. Please. I want to go to bed.

Sincerely,
~ A Knackered Individual With Aching Legs

P.S. By 'access my e-mails', I mean load.
kelzadiddle: (louis WTF face)
Dearest *ehem* phone,

You did not just do that. You did not have the cheek to go off, thus interfering with my stereo and making it forget that it was playing a CD, right in the middle of Hatfield and the North's 'Son of 'There's No Place Like Homerton''.

Look at it! You know my stereo's a poor, senile old dear and you know that your fancy waves and signals confuse it! Now it won't recognise the CD anymore!

Go to the naughty step, you hi-tech little twerp, and take that blasted Twitter with you. You meffed up the stereo during the best song on the album, and I'll never forgive you for that.

No love,

~ Someone Who Likes Her Stereo (And Music)

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@ 03:01PM: The stereo's still dead. I've put off my work to try and resuscitate it.

@ 03:05PM: I hate to say this but perhaps a new stereo is in order. I give up.

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