oya, loves

topher mcculloch
manor house
bristol road south
northfield
birmingham
B31 2AE

i expect fancy things

no internet yet. it's been days. i'm going bonkers.

not really.

there has yet to be a moment that hasn't been fantastic. i went canoeing on the lake beatrix potter (peter rabbit) and john ruskin lived on this morning. as i was staring at the hills and the trees all around me, i realized how glad i was to be out of south dakota. it was brilliant.

sorry loves, but i needed out and things could not be better

i feel kinda wonky, and i am paying for this so i should go. heh, wizzoo.

i miss yous. more coherency when i have internet in my room. in the mansion. with a balcony (i'm the only one! muahah).

this is 100% true

p.s. this is what this part of the alphabet would look like without Q and R
p.p.s. next time you hear from me, i shall be in the UK. anarchy in the uck!

Oya! Packing is gettin' on me pip. I feel I've not been properly warned about the Brummie and Black Country accents… Ar bin blartin n' arf soaked. Baygoona stuff arse cream in me cake hole.

http://www.virtualbrum.co.uk/slang.htm

(i've become paranoid about overpacking. i have two medium sized suitcases full, are other people taking two suitcases? are they this big? will people make fun of me if i bring too much stuff? should i repack everything? do i go and get the biggest suitcase? should i just end it all? phonecalls in the morning bring doom. i probably don't need that many t-shirts. YARGFHFSGSDsad)

Wair ya bin? Or roit? Nah. Oil shove off now. Trarabit!

fyi: put yerat on yer yed to cover yerair. yow no?