The following is a MySpace (yes, it's that old) message I sent to Fergus in November 2007:
I had this really weird dream last night that there was a duck in my stomach that wouldn't stop quacking! So no one would give me a job! And then the doctor said "Why did you eat a duck?!" and I'm like "I didn't! Why would I eat a live duck?! I'm vegetarian." And then she said "Well you'll just have to wait until it climbs out your nose or something," and I was like "How can it climb it's got no hands?!!" And then I woke up. :S
So yes, two dreams in a week, that's a new record I think.
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About Sophie
- Sophie
- Sophie formed from the mould found on the bottom of a writer's mug of tea. Not much is known about the writer, except that they were shite. A considerable amount is known about the mug, however: it was a white mug with The Beatles images on the side. Many believe this is the cause of many of Sophie's traits, such as her pale shiny skin and her treatment of The Beatles like Gods. Some might say Sophie talks too much crap. Some might say her use of large font is quite irritating. Some might say she’s a twat. All of these are true of course, but you’re the one reading the blog so now who’s the twat, eh? This is the blog of Sophie, and her adventures, thoughts and opinions.
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