Failure Already
My first day as a reclusive, Orchid-wearing yokel has consisted of. Well. Absolutely nothing you would associate with being a reclusive, Orchid-wearing yokel.
I organised some pictures on the computer though.
Yeah. And read some more of About Schmidt (which is a wonderful book, and nothing like the film).
I'll go away now and think about what I (haven't) done.
3 comments:
Firstly, are you wearing an orchid in your hair? If so, you are half way there :)
Secondly, you're Wondy, you can redefine what it means to be a reclusive yokel all you like! xx
Actually, there are Orchids outside ourcabin but I feel like a murderess picking them - so I might have to buy a fake one!
I'm so cool, living life on the edge, huh?
Sod, it - let's redefine what it means to be a reclusive (fake) Orchid-wearing yokel!
Can I start smoking a pipe?
I imagine that recluses eat a lot of sardines for lunch. Sardines and hardboiled eggs.
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