A long silence. I think I span off for a while there. As you can guess I made my decision. I chose the aforementioned fireman. Now, when I say this it is not a report of my happiness or glee. He is quite stupid. In fact he and his friends are so dull I get mocked for being TOO intelligent and I'm not remarkable by any means. They use me as a human ( Read more... )

I have almost nothing to say about anything at the moment. I think this love is dwindling. My sister said to treat boyfriends like jobs and to never leave one without having somewhere else to go. I recently said I'd move in with him too. This is all very frustrating.

I have been removed from university (not forcibly, you understand) and, in turn, have squirmed back into the arms of Tesco. Like a five-year old child who should have grown out of it years ago I suck at its rather fat breast waiting for the hours to tick by and for the pay check to roll in. I still great authority with a ‘yes, sir’ or an ‘of course ( Read more... )

Today, I am going for quiet bewilderment. Unfortunately, it's getting a little out of control. I didn't think people really pulled their hair out but a fair amount of mine is lying on the page in front of me. This is what I get for sitting in front of This Morning screaming 'Kate Moss!' at the TV. Those scrambled faces are difficult to get around. ( Read more... )

Is anyone in need of, or aware of anyone in of, a ticket to see the Manics in Cardiff on Saturday? I'm fully aware that it is the eve of Eurovision so you will probably be elsewhere’s. My friend has absconded (i.e. been burgled) and cannot make her way from Leeds to attend.

They’ve banned smoking in university. They’re trying to outlaw a student’s sport! No smoking in rooms, kitchens or grounds of the university. While I understand the first two the latter boggles me somewhat. It means I would have to treat myself to a 10 minute walk every time I wanted to smoke. If I was a law-abiding citizen I would be outraged. ( Read more... )

Ooooo, here’s hoping you all had an Easter filled with saturated fat and the promises of diets. I spent most of the weekend dying Zahriel Omega’s hair blonde, would you believe it? A midlife crisis at his age? What happens if he trades me in for a younger model and…breaks the law? (Well I’m close enough to 16). I suppose it was what I had to pay ( Read more... )

I had another saucy dream about Stephen Fry last night. He's a very good kisser. I'm looking like a writier and feeling like slob today. Run away!

Ach, Easter. Home for three weeks…ach no! It’s alright to go home for one day but three weeks? I fear I may become one with my bed sheets, twitching with a constant urge for nicotine. Don’t smoke kids, it may make you look cool but Gordon Brown hates you he’s a stinky bastard anyway . The letters that miraculously arrive in my kitchen keep telling ( Read more... )

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