Nah, I'm joking, I got cake. I kicked Jack out (nicely), and Donna, well, Donna didn't need persuading to go. And she's taken Alonso. I don't know what's happening to the world- one minute he's all bitey and then when he thinks you're not looking, he just turns all soft. He thinks I don't know but I know.
The dog is worn out, so he'll be quiet. He's getting big. Literally- I don't mean I've found out it's a she and it's having puppies.
What the hell has happened to my chocolate drawer? Anyway, it's now...well, there's no chocolate in there so I'll use it for something else! No? Well, just tink of what Jack would interpret that joke as.
Oh, and I did find some wine, I think Donna's had the other bottle I think, I think she's got a date. I just hope she keeps Alonso in that carrier she has for her non-existent cat. (You know, I think she likes him, and she's denying it and wants to borrow him occasionally. Yes? No? Anyway, I think Alonso is still dating that lever- well, he's doing something with it occasionally- well, you know, I'm pretty sure he's male. Not that girls don't do that- but it seems to be a physical thing. Well, you know it could just be solo, I'm not sure.
Alright, that's a bit flowery-
1) Jack and Donna have gone.
2) I got cake.
3) Draw isn't chocolate, and is now not child-friendly. (Or very Jack friendly.)
4) Alonso is still regularly humping a lever that I have to use on a daily basis; it's starting to restrict travel now.
5) Found wine, Donna has other one.
6) Oh, before I forget- you may get prank calls today, Aggie's a bit tipsy.
And again, I'm sorry.
See you later, lovely.