*groan*

People, we're a toystore. This means that we don't sell cigarettes, shot glasses, or baby strollers.

I'm sorry.


The weekend was crazy. As my street provides a wonderful through way between Thames and Bellevue, we got to hear all the lovely drunks in the very early hours fo the morning.

*sigh* So enjoyable.

As my father said last night, in about two weeks he won't be able to stop me from doing anything. Why/ I turn eightenn. Yesss....