Pinterest

I have been sending all the macros I have made to Pinterest.

For some reason,this has been repined about 30 times up to now.I actually think it's one of my weaker efforts still the public like it.

If you are on there,give me a follow and I'll follow you back.

However,I'm pretty sure I won't be posting pictures of food.

Pinterest

I have been sending all the macros I have made to Pinterest.

For some reason,this has been repined about 30 times up to now.I actually think it's one of my weaker efforts still the public like it.

If you are on there,give me a follow and I'll follow you back.

However,I'm pretty sure I won't be posting pictures of food.

had a weird few days

On Wednesday,my laptop died.It was over 5 years old and had been in constant use the whole time.Problem was ,Lance's puter had died too and he hadn't replaced it because he was looking to build just the right one.

So I watched my baseball on his PS3,problem was.I had to use the games controller to comment on the gameday thread and I wasn't any good at it,the posts came out like this

gggood hjuthy ssssscors arun

On Friday I was ill .I'd been brewing flu for a while so I took to bed where I proceeded to get in a muck sweat and hallucinate.

Saturday,even though he had the flu too,Lance lent me some money and went and bought me a cute little blue ,10 inch Hewlett Packard notebook.It's brilliant for the money.

Only one problem,Windows,ugg,I hate that bloated,advert and unwanted shit filled crap/

I can replace it with Mint but right now I'm just hoicking everything off the old hard drive.

Still,new puter,HURRAH.

I've had no internet all weekend

It involved a locked cupboard and a dead battery in a phone.I'm too annoyed to explain any further.

Spring

When April with his showers sweet with fruit
The drought of March has pierced unto the root
And bathed each vein with liquor that has power
To generate therein and sire the flower;
When Zephyr also has, with his sweet breath,
Quickened again, in every holt and heath,
The tender shoots and buds, and the young sun
Into the Ram one half his course has run,
And many little birds make melody
That sleep through all the night with open eye
(So Nature pricks them on to ramp and rage)-
Then do folk long to go on pilgrimage,

Spring

When April with his showers sweet with fruit
The drought of March has pierced unto the root
And bathed each vein with liquor that has power
To generate therein and sire the flower;
When Zephyr also has, with his sweet breath,
Quickened again, in every holt and heath,
The tender shoots and buds, and the young sun
Into the Ram one half his course has run,
And many little birds make melody
That sleep through all the night with open eye
(So Nature pricks them on to ramp and rage)-
Then do folk long to go on pilgrimage,