Thursday, 15 May 2008

The Definition Of Marmite.


Helen and me, me and Helen, Hell-hen and Freddie, Fred and Hell-Do-I-Love-You, Hell-Do-I-Hate-You and Bitch. How ever you look at us, we are Marmite. I love that girl to pieces, but boy do I hate her! And vice versa as we've figured out these past years.

Helen and I have been on a journey, have we not little ones? She knows just what chords to pluck to get me in the foulest moods EVER, but I've never laughed as hard with anyone else as I have with her (and at her hehehe) Ah, what would I do without her eh?

I'd never say it publicly, but boy, am I gonna miss that girl when we part ways.

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