Joy Division will tear us apart

Check out this site, with loads of versions of the indie-club classic 'Love Will Tear Apart'. This song always reminds me of dancing drunkenly, in a faux-miserable manner in my local fleapit indie club (drinks for 1.50!).

What's a girl to do?

The Guardian website isn't working... It better be back up before I finish reading all my daily blogs and craft websites or mark my word, heads will roll!*

*Doubtful.

About Shitting Time!

I finally quit my job today! After 17 months of reading the internet to stave off boredom of the to tears variety I handed in my notice.

I feel pretty! Oh so pretty and witty and bri-ii-ight!

Friday was crazy, I had decided to quit, then got an interview the same day! I also had the nicest weekend ever, knowing that I wasn't going to be at work for much longer. Fireworks, Stanmer Park and my favourite folk-dad, Rory McLeod...

Not even a bike ride along the seafront will solve this.

You know its time to quit your job when even talking about your makes you burst into tears... Especially when the most upsetting thing that happened was that Shoewawa wasn't updating hourly and I didn't get any emails.
I am going devote this weekend to coming up with an escape plan. A bit of temping, few pub shifts, couple genuine vintage clothes sold on eBay...Should tide me over nicely until something better comes along.

"We clipped her Bingo Wings"

I watched a bit of 10 Years Younger last night and boy was it a surgery fest! They had a woman who'd been really overweight and they'd given her a boob job ('I like the new boobies' her boyfriend dribbled), trimmed her excess skin, and done stuff to her face (acid peel and eyebrow tattoo by my guess). And you know what? At the end of her makeover her boyfriend proposed and a mere 30 seconds after this whilst they were still kissing and crying No-face Hambleton Jones wedges her own nondescript visage between theirs and says something 'like let me in guys!'
It was a truly horrible cringey moment.

Can I just use this post to go on a rant? SHE HASN'T GOT A FACE! If you took off No-face Hambleton Jones' glasses it would just be an expanse of that stuff you use to creat fake wounds at Hallowe'en! And it doesn't move!

...and breathe....