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This promo from Wimbledon '04 is awesome. I must've been too wrapped up in A-levels to pay attention at the time because I don't remember it at all.

I should be thinking about Wimbledonising my journal this week. Hm.

My mind is a bad, bad place to be.

So, working on this year's batch of Wimbledon icons in a spare moment, ( this happened )

. Had a giggle and then -- I actually *thought* about it. *Seriously*.

I didn't think even my plot bunnies were that twisted. >_< Oh... dear.

edit: STOP THINKING ABOUT IT.

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Desperate for dinner which I stupidlystupidly put off an hour ago and now, our kitchen is full of freshers. Again. For fuckssake, GO AND COOK NEXT DOOR. There's two of them from each flat, I have no idea why it's OUR kitchen they have to take over every night. Not to mention I'll have to actually clean the kitchen after they're done before I can cook, since they seem to have concept of slowly drying blobs of sauce and leftover rice and cheese and god knows what else belonging in the bin and not left behind on worktops.

And I don't even think R is in so I can't go and borrow her kitchen. Though... I'm very hungry. I could always ask one of the Next-Door Freshers for their keys because hell, they steal our kitchen and there's pretty much *no one* in their flat, so I may as well do that instead of starving.

Sometimes, I seriously hate our freshers. -_-

edit: Got J to let me in next door and cooked there. Hah. *munches*