Wishing away the days..

Hey there blog! I haven't seen you in ages!

Today I have been taking pictures of about half of my clothes to sell on e-bay. my does it feel good to be getting rid of so much stuff, in fact why don't you bid on my lovely gold jumper right now?? SO SIENNA/MOSS/BOHO!!!! 10/12 BID NOW!!!!

Aye it feels like I'm whoring my mental when I write those descriptions.

I have been 'helping' phil to move into his MASSIVE-ly cool new house overlooking Preston Park. Shitting good isn't it?. It has orange glossy kitchen units, an avocado bathroom suite, a garden like Little House on the Prairie, and cupboards everywhere.

BTW all those things are good.
BTW When I said I was helping I was lying in his bed watching Sealab and drinking the grenadine I had got him as a house warming present.

I'm helping!!! ...I love you!

ps...come on then!!! Bring on the comments!!!! you bastards.

Wimpsters...

Wimpsters

Lager loutettes 'fuel pub violence'

In an homage to Saara's post on women drinkers here is a link to an article about it.

There is something about the image of healthy, independent women having a drink out with friends and loosening their inhibitions that really bothers certain tabloids. I wonder why they're so bothered?

Here is a link to a search conducted on the Daily "We're not tabloid scum honest" Mail who were still going on about ladettes in 2004.

Basically Anfony I was jus tryna protect yu-ou-ou and..basically end of the day yeah?

I am really going to miss Craig from big brother. Its like my love for maroon 5, it started with a hatred so strong that over time turned into love. He said the funniest thing last night...Kinga walked over just being annoying and said something like 'oh craigy' and then it turned into a full-on bitch fight with craig saying: Look kinga are you takin' the piss out of me? Don't sit there sitting there!
A-ha. Moron.

I also love the way he laughed through the whole of his highlights when he came out of the house, even the bits where he was trying to molest anthony "Anthony, you're drunk, I'm going to help you" or drunkenly sobbing his guts out. And the way he uses the word hilarious to describe things that aren't even funny and obviously upset him. And the way maxwell the one dimensional geezer described him as camper than kemal who wore saris and screeched all the time.

The lovely Charlie Brooker said that his voice was (I'm paraphrasing here) like being buried alive in a coffin and hearing the incessant drip of water inside. And he said Maxwell was the the human equivalent of a nuts mag clipping in a fetid unrinal.
HA!

An admirable distraction at work.

Google Earth:
Its so cool!
I've found Hyde Park, then my school, then Richmond. I've just located the Chiswick roundabout and Ealing but still not my parent's house. Maybe it only lets you see the chi-chi places instead of the caca places.