Friday, 26 October 2012

dog eat dog..

My mum insists that when we give the dogs a bit of our food we make sure we give each of them exactly equal amounts. I genuinely thinks that she thinks the dogs have some kind of "love off" when we all go to bed. Like one dog is all like "they gave me 8g of chicken and you only got 6g!they love me more!suck it!". Even if one dog is in another room, and can't actually see me feed the other dog she insists I go in and give him some too. She's crazy. That or the dogs are bullying her...

crowning glory

Got my hair done today. Colour cut and styled. Cost a fortune. However I think, as a woman, you're allowed to splurge on your hair from time to time. It's my favourite accessory and can make/break any outfit. If my hair doesn't look right, it really doesn't matter if im wearing the nicest dress in the world, I'd feel like crap. My mother keeps on at me to dye it back to its mousy, dull, uninspiring original colour. I like this ice-blonde I'm currently rocking! I look like Marylin Monroe (when the lights are dimmed, the mirror is sufficiently vaselined and I've poked you in the eyes... ).

Tuesday, 23 October 2012

swollen tip

I haven't posted on here in 3 fucking months! Shocking behaviour. I have no excuse except laziness and .....malais. Love that word. Dunno what it means exactly. Sounds like a scottish person hurt their legs.
Anyhow, I'm typing this with typically slightly raw and swollen fingertips. Not from the usual exploits I assure you. I've been getting creative again (which really should be the usual exploits since i spent all that money getting thon degree in Art not Self loving). Making things is both enjoyable and stressful. Mainly when a dealine is involved. They should change that bloody word for starters. DEADline. Bound to get you a bit stressed. Prefer FINISHline. Especially when i finish first. Hence the usually swollen fingertips.