Mcdreamy Fever

So in an attempt to not revise I did a really sad thing. I watched the first two series of Grey's Anatomy and now have Mcdreamy fever. I love that man as though he were my very own. I have watched so intensely that I am fully convinced that I too could now be a surgeon. I also have blurred it into my own life. I quote characters, I dream of Mcdreamy and miss George, Izzy and the guys. I am sad. I am a social recluse, I am my flatmate whom I took the piss out of for months. I feel terrible.

How much underwear is too much? In a bid to lighten my load to go to New York I threw some old bras and pants away (I haven't been an A cup for about two years, what exactly was I thinking when I kept them?) So to replenish stocks I bought new ones. I now have more then I did before. My underwear collection is rivalled only by my shoe one and that is saying something. But I think we all deserve a little luxury.

Tonight is FAME night. It is my favourite musical ever in the whole world, and my Gay Best Friend got me tickets. How I love that man dearly. I intend to sing along and generally be a Fame bore for the foreseeable future.

Anywho, must dash, my next dash of Mcdreamy has downloaded horah!!

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