What's A Girl To Do?

I'm thinking of giving up this blogging thing, I just can't get into it. I read lots of other blogs, but I'm not very interesting myself. Oh well.

What is with this rain?

Hello Winter, Goodbye.. Wait. We didn't have a summer, did we? I must have missed it.

After seeing the title "Wouldn't it be luverly?" in my list of friend posts I have got that song from My Fair Lady stuck in my head. I don't want it in there! Someone please replace it with something good?

Blahblahblahblahdeedeeblahblahblah.

Too much wine.

Not enough of whatever else it is that I need.

Blah.

Suddenly in a honey and lemon Locket fuelled pit of sugary self misery I remembered this song:

After dancing around and promptly aggravating a fever, I feel much better.

Though she still owes me £120.

Have some catching up to do it seems. My younger brother decided it would be fun to get us banned from our internet people by doing Not Very Legal Things. Thankfully they were understanding of how stupid young boys can be so we weren't shut out for long.

I got sent home from work due to my being a bit ill like. Not happy. Yet very happy with the lack of actually being at work. Just wish I had someone to come home to (other than family), but I also don't at the same time. I enjoy my own company, but I still miss being able to flop onto that special someone and forget it all. But it only works when the person's actually special, so no matter how much I miss said person I can't give in and go running cause that would be fake. Maybe I need one of those mad passionate flings I've heard about but I can't because I'm not easy...

Now what? I need entertaining! I wish I had a trained monkey with little cymbols and a hat with a tassle.

Yes! Day off. Happy. And nobody's home, so I can prance around naked and sing at the top of my voice all sorts of liberating shit. Maybe. Probably end up sat here all day. Invested in some posh biscuits (sorry Chyna, I couldn't find any of the ones you got) and feel quite excited at the prospect of nibbling on them (or more like scoffing the lot asap). Sad life. I want some excitement, but then again, I like to sit.