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The level of my stupidity seems to know no bounds. As I pondered who had irresponsibly bought my paid account and put it on a billing cycle, under the false hope that I'd start updating with useful things, I realised quite quickly that the only one foolish enough to do such a thing was probably myself. Sure enough, I checked up on it and saw that I would have to stop payments to turn it off. The fact that I'd stolen a friends credit card to do the dirty work was probably the worst of plans. The poor fool never knew what hit them.
I am not the best of updaters. I've come to this realisation over time and think that most of you had to have come to the same conclusions. The time of my demise from the land of journaling came just around the time the rest of Girls Aloud showed their faces, and actually I'd like to put out there that the two are in no way connected. I'd longed for their company and there I had it. Instead of embracing it I went on a bender and spent most of my time in bed with a champagne glass and Radiohead songs. You fuckers' shouldn't leave me high and dry like that. I ran out of champagne far too often.
My social skills have always left a lot to be desired. As silky smooth as my hair is, the rest of my body has never been quite so attractive. Need I remind you that I was often referred to as the fat member of Girls Aloud. A lot of excessive training and eating of salads has left me in the shape I am now, but I never worried about such things as I grew into a round young woman. My lack of boyfriends was sort of disappointing. So much so that I found myself shacking up with a young redhead named Ralph shortly after my 14th year. He wasn't so attractive, a bit on the lanky side with an annoying amount of freckles. I don't mind the spotted boys so much, but when you get to the point that I could lose myself playing connect the dots with your face, it can be a bit distracting. But he played football and was semi popular so I thought, why not. My big bum and tummy could take the abuse of a sort of popular unattractive male for the good part of my school years. After all, eventually my charming personality and love for all that is bad for you would have to be attractive to someone more desirable. Instead I found myself stuck with Ralph for far too long. Coming up empty in the hall of school Gods. The lives they live now with overweight housewives must suit them just fine as I go on to be one sexy mama jamma, I tell you what.
The recent breakup with my Triple 8 boyfriend Justin went not so smoothly. It was a sort of love affair, as I was desperate for a companion as it seemed the rest of the girls were satisfied with theirs. He was cute for awhile before I got sober and thought it might have been a bad chance of band member. He was sweet enough, good enough and gosh darnit people liked him, all except me actually. He calls on weekends and we have tea now and then and the papers recently decided that we were somewhat of an attractive couple. And by couple I mean they wanted pictures of me and made him get me on the exception he could come along. Tricky little bastards, don't they know if they'd come to me I'd have given in? I'd do anything for publicity!!!
Which brings me to this. Obviously I have brilliant friends who have found it in their hearts to turn in a 6 month old picture of me doing something naughty to the press. I think it's silly to pry so far into a girl's private life but whatever can I do. I have no desire to talk about with the undeserving paparazzi any further, but if you'd all like to discuss it feel free. Just let me know if you've got any, will you? After all my new KIMBERWEED nickname would be no good without some follow up performances.
I do have new icons and Michelle and I have decided to name them after great 80s/90s old school hip hop songs. Unfortunately we've run low and I need your help. Please donate to the Kimba icon foundation, will you? You've all got horrible enough taste in music to lend a hand!
The next one won't be in weeks, I promise you that. We may just wait months!
I am not the best of updaters. I've come to this realisation over time and think that most of you had to have come to the same conclusions. The time of my demise from the land of journaling came just around the time the rest of Girls Aloud showed their faces, and actually I'd like to put out there that the two are in no way connected. I'd longed for their company and there I had it. Instead of embracing it I went on a bender and spent most of my time in bed with a champagne glass and Radiohead songs. You fuckers' shouldn't leave me high and dry like that. I ran out of champagne far too often.
My social skills have always left a lot to be desired. As silky smooth as my hair is, the rest of my body has never been quite so attractive. Need I remind you that I was often referred to as the fat member of Girls Aloud. A lot of excessive training and eating of salads has left me in the shape I am now, but I never worried about such things as I grew into a round young woman. My lack of boyfriends was sort of disappointing. So much so that I found myself shacking up with a young redhead named Ralph shortly after my 14th year. He wasn't so attractive, a bit on the lanky side with an annoying amount of freckles. I don't mind the spotted boys so much, but when you get to the point that I could lose myself playing connect the dots with your face, it can be a bit distracting. But he played football and was semi popular so I thought, why not. My big bum and tummy could take the abuse of a sort of popular unattractive male for the good part of my school years. After all, eventually my charming personality and love for all that is bad for you would have to be attractive to someone more desirable. Instead I found myself stuck with Ralph for far too long. Coming up empty in the hall of school Gods. The lives they live now with overweight housewives must suit them just fine as I go on to be one sexy mama jamma, I tell you what.
The recent breakup with my Triple 8 boyfriend Justin went not so smoothly. It was a sort of love affair, as I was desperate for a companion as it seemed the rest of the girls were satisfied with theirs. He was cute for awhile before I got sober and thought it might have been a bad chance of band member. He was sweet enough, good enough and gosh darnit people liked him, all except me actually. He calls on weekends and we have tea now and then and the papers recently decided that we were somewhat of an attractive couple. And by couple I mean they wanted pictures of me and made him get me on the exception he could come along. Tricky little bastards, don't they know if they'd come to me I'd have given in? I'd do anything for publicity!!!
Which brings me to this. Obviously I have brilliant friends who have found it in their hearts to turn in a 6 month old picture of me doing something naughty to the press. I think it's silly to pry so far into a girl's private life but whatever can I do. I have no desire to talk about with the undeserving paparazzi any further, but if you'd all like to discuss it feel free. Just let me know if you've got any, will you? After all my new KIMBERWEED nickname would be no good without some follow up performances.
I do have new icons and Michelle and I have decided to name them after great 80s/90s old school hip hop songs. Unfortunately we've run low and I need your help. Please donate to the Kimba icon foundation, will you? You've all got horrible enough taste in music to lend a hand!
The next one won't be in weeks, I promise you that. We may just wait months!