i make no subject,.
oh dear, i've just promised to move everything from theliving room wall into the bedroom for tomorrows big moving extravaganza. and we're going to ikea next weekend to buy a bed cos he got paid by the beeb. & they've got a sale starting wednesday. this worries my purse strings. then carl told me there is a real unicorn and dissappeared from the internet. that's just MEAN. unicorns, man.

god, the flats going to look like a big fat mess / a real home! pictures will be provided when its all presentable.

obviously i ended up not getting the bus up to carls. because i'm lame. instead i baked some korvapuusti (finnish cinnamon roll types, a bit like the ones you get ikea) but it was my second time doing it without mum or my nan (first time was horrid, i burned them and learned that brown sugar is really no good for this) and i didnt put 'enough' sugar in the filling. they're good, but finnish standards. but i just know carl won't be impressed / like them because he has an english palate. they like sugary things in this country. (you know the 'myth' about their teeth) i might make some custard ones later, he'll appreciate those.

my mum told me to look into flight from ryan air for home in the autumn, and typically they have a sale. but i don't have the money to buy the tickets right now. even with no fare, just taxes its still £100 for two people, and i have less than £80 in the bank. so yeah.

anyway i think i'm off. i've been at the library far too long. & i've got staples to go to. only a couple more pages of your pretty face issue four to go. it's a fucking epic (54 pages at the moment..)

ps. the real unicorn. i say awww.