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Friday, 29 July 2005
My Perogative
Mood:
 don't ask
I never thourght i would say this but, i am going through a Britney Spears stage...
And by that i mean, The stage she went through when she was called scruffy and spotty.
It hit me this morning, i have the same hair! (As the pictures below), no make up! And the spots, although there taken care of with thanks to my doctor .
I keep telling myself it's my hair that hates me, but the truth be told i just don't care. Shove it up in a bobble, high so it won't fall out so easily, it'll be rate...
No make up, i haven't wore make up all week. I can't be bothered.
So yeh, i'm a really good girlfriend. I don't even make the effort to do my hair or put a dap of concealer here and there, not even the lipgloss! All this week when he's come round, it's the same ritual - fall asleep whilst watchin 'cash in the attick' or 'mums on strike'.
It's strangely satisfying, and i'm glad my Mr. still loves me even if i look like a can't be bothered/pregnant Brintey - without the natural prettiness.
But, think it's time to make more of an effort. Happy detoxing to all on the summer breaks but, mine has to come to an end. Break out the make up....
This Sh!t Is Bananas!
Mood:
 smelly
The reason i have set up this site, is basicly because in my other I am limited to my paragraphs, because i won't hand out money. See this here finger? Go swivel mother f*cker.
I can have, seven paragraphs, and seven pages, no more. So yeh, I'm lovin it... A little bit. I'll just hope this one is, well a little, better?
Life, is, at it's normal things so to say. I am a orange juice addict living on cereal and kit kats. My hair hates me and my stress levels are like...Woosh. true, i have nothing to be stressed about. I am on holiday and i can cry all i want to. And yeh, i may seem approachable, but if one little thing isn't where i left it. Big crack bang wallop I. Am. Miss. Crazy. Laydee. Be. Very. V. E. R. Y. Scared.
Betsy (The rabbit) is getting bigger and realising if she runs.... You can't to catch her. That... Is not good news.
My alcahol/caffeine has been nil for the past month or so. I am a fruit consumer, and nothing else. Did i menton the stress levels? High...Hiiiigh up in the skyyyyy. Oh and, my Mr. expects me to tell him off whenever he goes all moody. What am i? His mother? I tell him off anyway, me? turn down the oppertunity to shout and stomp around, Smoke coming out of my ears? Never! :o)
Anyway i'm going to go, i have an urge to go find something to do, clean, tidy, something to keep busy and stressed about. Yes, sounds grrreat!
Thursday, 28 July 2005
The First...
Mood:
don't ask
This is the first of my blogs. Run Now...
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