hathycol | "Light the lamp, not the rat!"

Yesterday, I think ended on an almost perfect note. My college, in it's ultimate wisdom, thinks we're all going to go off and have wild, unabandoned sex over the Christmas holidays, and they're terribly concerned that since we're all plebs from an area with THE highest rate on teenage pregnancy (and also incest) we got a Christmas present. This present consisted of a discreet grey zippy bag. Contents:

Keyring with emergnecy concom inside x1
Bog standard condoms x3
Flavoured (banana sundae? Eh?) condom x1
Lube x1

Innocently I picked up this bag, and when I saw the contents I nearly died laughing. Amy Dale walked past me and giggled. "Colleen, you are the least likely person I know to actually need all of that."

Nevertheless, I still took another bag. God knows why, other than comedic value. I'm contemplating leaving them in my sisters room just before Mum hoovers in there, no matter how Cruel and Nasty that would be. A worse option is just actually giving them to my sister. She is, unfortunately, The Attractive One and I REMEMBER the things I was doing at her age. Oh Dear.

I also had the Guide Christmas meal last night, which was less fun. I ate far too much and ended up just passing out when I came home through sheer gluttony and also exhaustion.

Work, this morning, was much quieter than I expected. There was one distinctly odd moment when I heard Christopher Lee's voice, looked up at the bloke I was serving and realised it was not, in fact, Christopher Lee. I was quite upset, really - that would have been a hell of a day. Yet now I am home, and it is officially a week until Christmas.I feel faintly Christmassy, having just watched The Muppet's Christmas Carol and in part's actually hooted with laughter. Dude, that film does not ever get boring.

So, yes. Happy Birthday tomorrow to