Thursday, 27 May 2010


Oh my days I have cleaned the downstairs of this house and I quite frankly feel like a domestic goddess. Right now I have a pile of papers across the room from me staring me out as it knows I have to waft through it soon and do this thing called revision. I had a lovely night last night, it involved running around my kitchen table, all entirely sober, singing to Shaina Twain and Wham. It was fantastic. And Mummy March, Jezza and I took refuge in your bed. I hope you don't mind too much. This is a completely pointless blog post, well, all of them are pretty pointless really. What do I get out of writing to the Internet? Sore fingers and watery eyes mostly. Anywho, I can hear a bar of chocolate yearning for my lips as well as a cigarette.

Both of which are more important than you. Maybe.

P.S I just laughed for a good 10 minutes at this:

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Irrelevent to your post, however what made you come up with your blog name i'm un-sure what to call mine????