It's weird how I get to the end of the day and as i think of writing it down, I stagger under the detail that I could record... Sometimes i wonder if i go into too much detail. Do I?

This morning was an early start - 7am, wrapped shivering me in a fleece nightgown and

- - mm, next day. Wrote the above Saturday, now it's Sunday morning, I'm in a ( Read more... )

It is 3:34, yet again, but I do not care! I've just spent two hours watching But I'm a Cheerleader! on YouTube. It is the sweetest movie ever. So unrealistic (rubber suits! Gender stereotypes! Manical homophobia!) but, oh, so, sweet.

Whenever I am upset, from now on, I am going to YouTube. *besotted sigh*

I need a list of must see movies, so please ( Read more... )

I've gotten past the cold, emotionless stage, past the yelling and pleading stage, past crying stage, and past the blowing-nose stage, and now I am snuffling and eating mandarins.

Mum won't let me go to Hedwig.

And because I can't go, Flo probably won't get to because her Mum might not be able to buy it over the net and she needs the discounted ( Read more... )

When searching for Yesterday, you may find that

"Chaque jour je t'aime davantage, aujourd'hui plus qu'hier et bien moins que demain."
                      -  Rosemonde Gérard


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I'm sure the page will be dripping by the time I'm done.

On Friday I missed seeing Muz, stood under the clocks and searched the crowd, but she wasn't there. I wasn't able to get into contact with her on Thursday, so buying a dress with her was out. *shrugs* So I wandered down to Little Bourke, then turned around and headed back to Retro Star. It ( Read more... )