chocolate

Hell-mester over. And yes, I have a favourite butter.

Posted on Updated on

I have finally finished exams. Last night I read 500pages/750page textbook.

It feels a little like this.

And a lot like this.

But mostly, I just fell asleep where I’m sitting.

How does one celebrate such a fantastic ending? With not a bang, but an uncomfortably full stomach. Like, lamb burger with olives, tzatziki and chilli fries, followed by a dinner of crisp-skinned seared duck with an orange and green peppercorn sauce (courtesy of the ever patient ginger pagan- my boyfriend) followed by a gloriously excessive sweet gnocci with cinnamon, lindt chocolate, custard and caster sugar. (All accompanied by wine, baguette and brie)Image

But real proof that he’s golden? The comment, ‘I even got you your favourite butter [because I know how much you hate margarine]’. Yes, I have a favourite butter. Its Lurpac. I defy anyone not to want to eat that smothered on bread like cheese. Delicious danish excessive calories. Yum yum yum.

With love, from Charlotte

Advertisements

On studying

Posted on Updated on

Another brilliant post on Friends Say the Darndest Filth… unfortunately, its again about me. BRB – pulling out hair and frantically cramming information into my brain and eating nothing but chocolate and diet coke.

With love, from Charlotte

Friends Say The Darndest Filth

I NEED SOMETHING STRONGER THAN TEA RIGHT NOW TO GET ME THROUGH. BRING ME ROCKET FUEL, IRISH COURAGE,

COUGAR SPERM.

THIS TEA IS NOT DOING IT

Image

View original post

This is where we’re at right now

Posted on Updated on

This is the shit I’m putting in my body.

A cry for help? Or GLORIOUS.

(also, cheap. Win-win-examsgah-win)

With love, from Charlotte

20130608-204031.jpg