Cleo Twyford is dodging minor disasters, indulging in chick chat and wielding random insignificant theories. (And talking about herself in third person)
Ditsy Event of the Day
Thursday, October 26, 2006
I made it to gym early enough to do a class (By getting up at a time with a 5 as the first number. eek). In the class I reminded myself not to try to befriend the (new) instructor, you know, after the embarrassing supermarket incident. So she is saying to someone else at the end of the class "...and he said 'girls don't sweat'", so I yell out, 'and they don't fart either'. No response. Cringe
This blog is blathered by a 30-something constant bridesmaid sometimes known as: Cleo Twyford Who trips over a lot in: Melbourne, Victoria, AU
About Me: Confession: I am really bad at reverse parking
Confession 2: I have an inner Evil Bridesmaid Confession 3: I have mastered fridge-grazing as a meal option Confession 4: There is a committee in my head and sometimes they are loud. Yes, okay you can shut up now. I said shut up. Sorry about that. See my complete profile
