What would be do without our beloved beverage? Be healthier, I can assure you.
But nothing beats a 2 Am cuppa when youre strapped to write a poem.
Its like school all over again, except the bell can't save you.

I know I claim to be a Bad Poet (its a class of person, go look it up) but in reality, the stuff is terrible. It's just that Terrible Poet doesnt have the same ring to it as Bad. Exactly what Michael Jackson thought when he released his album.

Anyhoo.
Apparently our female flat of doom is going to be home to a new flatmate...a MALE one. Now you'd think we were elated at the news, but now the perks of all being the same gender (i.e pie-charts of who has kissed the most boys and walking around in our towels) are gone. We'll have to deal with his buddies. And he's a masters' student so you can imagine how his buddies are going to come round and perv on my younger friends. (I , however, will be in my room doing something unconstructive as usual)

Oh how I wish this was an interesting post.

Someday, kids. Someday.