I'm so excited I can't freakin' sleep. For once, my insomnia is brought on by something positive and not anxiety! I've joined a boy band! Way-heeeeyy ( Read more... )

Well, it's easier to write than talk right now as I tend to spit and dribble in substantial quantities in front of, and often on, the poor unfortunate I am trying hard to talk sense to. I accept I sound like a MOO-tard but frankly I am not thirteen and it should not be assumed my teeth are adorning braces, I have been an impulsive tart and had my ( Read more... )

I wish I was hardcore enough to say I'm an all-night party gal still speeding my tits off at six in the morning to euphoric dance tracks but, much to my disgust for mediocrity, I am suffering the consequences of having a few glasses of wine last night, that is, woke up with a mouth as dry as a camel's asshole in a sandstorm and now I can't get back ( Read more... )

Fuck me there's a storm a'brewing... well, it's done brewing and is currently shitting it down outside, in such heavy streaks of piss that I can't freaking sleep. I have had five days off work, and plenty of nights when I could stay up late, but hecky no, tonight is the night my insomnia kicks me in the tits and I know I'm going to be spoiling my ( Read more... )