I'm going to sound like a total girl here, but, I need some new dancing shoes! Mine are completely wrecked. Completely. Wrecked. And they were the most perfect, gorgeous, comfy pair of high heels ever. I'm going to mourn over my shoes now.

Apparently I attract drug dealers.

Do I really look like a coke head?!

Stupid black dude offering me some charlie two metres away from a police officer... then he decides to molest my cheek with his lips.

Gotta love Sheffield.

Currently at Em's at the moment, thought i'd drop by hers for a cup of tea after work. Caught her at a good time actually, she was sorting through all her old music. And when I say 'old', i'm talking 90's. I love the fact that she has all the Savage Garden albums, and listening to the 1997 record brought back a lot of memories! Feeling very nostalgic at the moment. Might go rooting through her oldies to see what else she has. :)

Trampoline - Never Shout Never

I love this song. Or rather I love the memory that goes along with the song. Every time I hear it I always picture Zakk singing it to Summer in the locker room of RVRC after they had a barmy arguement. It was so sweet. Those two are soulmates, I swear, and I hope they find themselves back together. <3

And who would’ve thought that a cutie pie just like you,
would have anything to do with a smelly dude like me?
I find it hard to believe.
And who would’ve thought that you ever would’ve kissed my cheek,
in your backyard on your trampoline that night?
I never put up a fight.

And I know you’re all shook up from a terrible relationship,
he broke your heart, he tore you into pieces,
but I promise you, dear, I’ll never touch you like he did.
So, baby, please take my hand and you’ll never be alone again.

I'm breathing. Simply following instinct and letting that stale air go.

But it's so damn hard lately.

Sigh

Fuck with all this hard work.

Forbidden

I just got the cutest e-mail from Zi.

Dear Moomin,

You are forbidden to travel to San Francisco or anywhere else. I FORBID IT! No, you cannot go. You cannot go for the following reasons:

1. I'm not going with you.
2. You're going alone.
3. You are not allowed to go.
4. You might have a major panic attack on the airplane and end up peeing yourself.
5. And finally, i'm not going with you!

Go ahead and plan an imaginary trip there but I forbid you to take a really one. FORBIDDEN!

Love, Zizi.

P.S. Your ass looks much hotter in that skirt without the panty lines. Kudos to you for going commando.

P.P.S. You can’t go to San Francisco with Chris either unless you take me!

She's cute, isn't she?

The Insomniac's Club

Good evening (nearly midnight) everyone. Funny how things work out - I was up all night last night, tossing and turning. Welcome to the Insomniacs Club.

The Insomniac's Club

Insomnia sauntered nonchalantly into my bedroom, fully aware that the click-clacking her four-inch stilettos made as they struck my hardwood floors was sufficient to wake me. Her utter lack of consideration wasn’t due to the fact that she knew I was already wide awake; she just didn’t give a shit.

It was three o’clock in the morning.

She made herself cozy at the foot of my four poster stainless steel canopy bed, and sparked up a Lucky Strike. In the moonlight I couldn’t tell if the gossamer frock that clung for dear life to her every curve was maroon or scarlet. What I could discern was: it had spaghetti strings, no back, and beacoup décolletage. I asked her politely to leave; she flipped me the finger.

“Is that how it’s gonna be?” I asked, bleary eyed.

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Go away, please.

It always amazes how the simplest of phrases can hit my soft spots with so much force it knocks me back.

Go away, soft spots! I don't like you! You cause too many issues!

That is all. (:

You know what I hate about everyone? Four things: -

• Firstly, people who point to their wrist when they ask for time... I know where my watch is! Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is? No.
• Secondly, when people say "oh, you just want to have your cake and eat it", like Zi said to me today. Damn right! What good is cake if you can't eat it?
• Thirdly, when smart ass people tell you "it's always in the last place you look". Of course it is, you dick. Why the hell would you keep looking after you've found it?
• And when people ask "can I ask you a question?" ... Didn't really give me a choice there, did you?

Yeah, these things happened today, and they annoyed me.

It's just after 1am, i'm listening to Dear Juliet, and Carmen has finally dropped off to sleep, probably worn out after asking me a million and one questions about random things in my bedroom - gotta love kids.

I can't sleep, and Chris is ill and sleeping so I can't talk to him (I miss him loads); Jase is also not answering his mobile, but I think he's working, ooops; so i'm on MSN (not that I go on that often these days) with Em, we're trading music 'cause she's awesome like that.

I will eventually try and get some sleep...at sometime around 3am, that's probably when i'll get tired, I hope. For now, it's cup of tea time.

Night night, world.

P.S. This house is a fucking prison on planet bullshit in the galaxy of this sucks camel dick.

How many subtle hints do I have to drop before you finally pick them up?

I'm fastly running out of patience, if I had any at all.

I need you to understand. Why won't you just do that?!

If there's one pic that sums up last night...

LOL at my smile. :P

Isn't it funny...

...how the simplest of sentences can crush you?

Consider me royally crushed.

Seriously...

Comparing me to fucking gay arse songs by gay arse bands with gay arse lyrics.

Oh my God, you make me want to punch myself in the face repeatedly.

Fact:

We only dream of what we know.

Our dreams are frequently full of strangers who play out certain parts, did you know that your mind is not inventing those faces? They are real faces of real people that you have seen during your life but may not know or remember - the evil killer in your latest dream may be the guy who pumped petrol into your dad’s car when you were just a little kid. We have all seen hundreds of thousands of faces throughout our lives, so we have an endless supply of characters for our brain to utilise during our dreams.