The Orange Hair And The Orange Tree
So here I am at home. I can play with my pictures on the computer again YAY, here is the orange hair.
My parents have gone to Germany so I’m house sitting. I wish they’d stayed a day longer because I miss them. Every time I come home it’s less and less my house. Not because I’m any less welcome, it’s just I’ve not been a proper resident of 22Swinfield RD for a year and a half. My real home now is a five bed room “maisonette” (Thanks Mick that word is so much better than flat) with a broken washing machine, leaky taps and a view of a scrap yard. I love it so much though; it’s shabby chic and full of people who cover all the bases of cool.
So how have I been recently? On Thursday Maria and I played Paris and Nicole while we wandered Camden market. Maria freaked out a lady at the bank by calling her gorgeous and everything we saw in the shops was “so cute” or “HOT.” I think we overdid the black coffee, I was as chipper as chipper could be, yes there was skipping! When I get back Monday we’re going to get her tong pierced at cold steel YAY. I want to get something pierced too *pout* but I’ve got the only thing I wanted done, done, I could get another one on my ear but *yawn* and I’m sorry NO nothing bellow the neck, nipples and bellybutton are staying untouched. So I’ll resist the temptation to have a sterilised needle pushed through my face…honest I will!
Ken came over last night, we ate pizza and watched Zoolander. He brought me some really presents back from holiday and a new bow diamante necklace. He knows I’m a sucker for everything sparkly. I made him coffee and told him stories about Kingston!
I’m going to meet Miffy in Loughborough for a drink soon, I better get ready heaven forbid I look underdressed in the orange tree. My Quorn home might feel less like home but the orange tree will never stop feeling like my local!
My parents have gone to Germany so I’m house sitting. I wish they’d stayed a day longer because I miss them. Every time I come home it’s less and less my house. Not because I’m any less welcome, it’s just I’ve not been a proper resident of 22Swinfield RD for a year and a half. My real home now is a five bed room “maisonette” (Thanks Mick that word is so much better than flat) with a broken washing machine, leaky taps and a view of a scrap yard. I love it so much though; it’s shabby chic and full of people who cover all the bases of cool.
So how have I been recently? On Thursday Maria and I played Paris and Nicole while we wandered Camden market. Maria freaked out a lady at the bank by calling her gorgeous and everything we saw in the shops was “so cute” or “HOT.” I think we overdid the black coffee, I was as chipper as chipper could be, yes there was skipping! When I get back Monday we’re going to get her tong pierced at cold steel YAY. I want to get something pierced too *pout* but I’ve got the only thing I wanted done, done, I could get another one on my ear but *yawn* and I’m sorry NO nothing bellow the neck, nipples and bellybutton are staying untouched. So I’ll resist the temptation to have a sterilised needle pushed through my face…honest I will!
Ken came over last night, we ate pizza and watched Zoolander. He brought me some really presents back from holiday and a new bow diamante necklace. He knows I’m a sucker for everything sparkly. I made him coffee and told him stories about Kingston!
I’m going to meet Miffy in Loughborough for a drink soon, I better get ready heaven forbid I look underdressed in the orange tree. My Quorn home might feel less like home but the orange tree will never stop feeling like my local!