Oh, I know what you mean - I used to work as a private chef (in the evenings) and one of my perks was taking 'leftovers' to work (a crap admin 'day' job - it's complicated, I don't want to talk about it. Anyway...)this woman who worked in a different apartment used to walk up the stairs EVERYDAY to see what I was having for lunch - she would actually poke her face closer to my plate than even MINE was and then ask for a run down of the ingredients and the hows and whens....FFFFUUUUUUUCCK OOOFFF!
Did I mention she did this everyday?!

You should be allowed to kill someone for this sort of conduct...

hey hey hey who are you heatherj....why cant i see your blog tooooooooooooooo huh huh?

My mum's neighbour always asks-what did you put in that? and -Can i have the recipe? i then have to try to remember the whole thing and write it down for her there and then..AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Caroline we all still love you in our house....feel the lurv...Hey do you know that girl that you are next to at the BIG comic thing, Kate Anderson i think her name is?

xox eve xox

hey the word verification thingy is all i's...weird

I hate it when people make dull, expectable, gratuitous comments on anything. I can get very angry and obnoxious, hough I know it's unfair.

hello secret squirrel, I don't have a blog - I'm kinda ordinary, just a fan...

Headsign: yes! what wrong with just 'enjoying the silence'?! This guy who works in our building (bless his low IQ - sorry, but it's true, he is a bit thick (but it's not his fault...), and he always talks in cliche's. Drives me absolutely nuts. Just be quiiiiet - if you have nothing of wonder to add to the world, just sit with your own thoughts or be useful and clean the windows, or something...

All right, stick a fork in me, I am done.

Happy valentines day Local Girl, I love you. x

I felt a bit sick too and I only had the ONE anchovy, whilst you lived in a world of anchovy. You're prolly going to die. Better luck next time eh?

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