Nachos and fruit juice. But I can’t specify which juice. There are too many good flavours.

Not sure. It’s hard to think of them when they haven’t just occurred.

I don’t like it when people say “Can I ask you a question?”, unless they specify that it’s like important/personal/random/etc.

Um, I don’t like it when people take my clothing and aren’t at home when they invite you over. Not naming anyone… Jono Boadle.
This happens way too much. He took my fucking shoes on Friday night at Gooch’s party. So on Saturday morning we went to his house to get them and he wasn’t even there. Gooch and I just played pool and wii in his empty house because he was at his girlfriend’s place. Although it was all good when he got home because he let us stay and we ended up getting drunk again. I still haven’t fully recovered.

Yeah, can’t think of anything else.

Weeds, you couldn’t have been more wrong. I speak on behalf of the whole cast when I say we deserve a Friday night show. 

Imogen, you are officially the most confusing person I know. Please stop with all this bullshit.

Sheree, Justin, Duncan… Who’s failed now?!

I do read. Not enough any more though. Barely any time for it.

My favourite series of books is the His Dark Materials trilogy by Philip Pullman, because of how messed up my mind was by the end of book three. The first book is simple enough, “My friend and my father have been captured, I must go rescue them” and develops into something better than I could have possibly imagined by the last book, but I don’t want to give anything away.

Another favourite is 100 Facts About Pandas by David O’Doherty. So fucking funny.

Seriously though, there are too many books that I love to actually write about.