studentbum June 7th 1984 (Age 33) Female United Kingdom New Page 1
Hello and welcome to this very special Geek Pie spin-off. It's been created in celebration of the fact that next week I might have a job and Breezy will be doing whatever she does. From what I gather this usually involves her pretending to go to auditions and singing lots of angsty girl pop at the top of her voice.
Between applying for jobs and her singing we've fitted in a lot of twatting about. We realised today that if I start full time work this is going to have to come to an end. A few weeks ago we were having one of our very deep and meaningful chats and hit upon a plan to one day spend the day as the Desperate Housewives.
To mark the end of this particular era of our lives we decided that the time to do this was now and this website is the result.
If you like it, let me know. If not, blame Breezy.
As Bree, I took it upon myself to invite Gabrielle (Breezy) to our Uncle's house for breakfast. I was supposed to make pancakes, serve her coffee and prepare fresh juice, but I forgot to buy any of it.
Video: My half-hearted attempt at breakfast making for Gabrielle (Breezy)
Video: Gabrielle arrives for breakfast- This clip has prompted someone to comment on YouTube that he'd give her breakfast. Hmmm, quite.
After a well deserved telling off from Breezy, I ran to the 24-hour garage on the corner of his road in order to fetch supplies. It was 11am, I was all dressed up and half walking /running along the quiet residential street where my Uncle lives. Once I reached the forecourt, I twisted my ankle and had to hobble the rest of the way. This obviously attracted the attention of the gum-chewing lady --with a figure like Buddha-- behind the counter, because she gave me a very quizzical look as I walked in.
Surveying the shelves, I quickly realised I'd be hard pushed to find anything that the Desperate Housewives would eat in there. It was all microwave burgers, Cornish pasties and hotdogs. I went to the fridge to look for some fresh orange juice and the best they had was squash or Special Brew. Although, cool can of the bad stuff would have gone down a treat then, I decided I'd better take the cordial.
As I walked to the till, it was my turn to give the lady in charge of the till a look. That much facial hair on a man would be cause for concern; but on a lady, it should warrant them being taken in for scientific testing.
I had to look away when I handed her the cash and I'm glad I did. Not because I would have bought up the coffee I had drunk on my way out of the house, but I spotted a packet of out of date croissants on the fast sale shelf.
What a result! Breakfast was saved and off I ran, back to the house. On the way I considered my progress so far in trying to live like Bree. To be honest, I don't think I was doing a very good job. But then, look where all those fine breakfasts and periods of super organisation had got her. She had a dead husband and a murderous stalker on her back.
Maybe I wasn't doing too badly after all.
Video: Gabrielle eating the wonderful breakfast I'd prepared. Hmmm scrumptious.