In the beginning... (the world was created. This made a lot of people angry and was widely regarded as a bad idea.)

Mood tired
Wearing new red and grey pjs
Eating/Drinking cherry menthol chewing gum and water
Hearing Manic Street Preachers - Empty Souls
Dreamt about no bloody clue
Present MSN name You can pick through a million lives and never have one of your own.
Talking to no one
Last text from Bone


Well, this is nice. Finally decided after God knows how many years to make myself a blog or a diary, and just when I want to write loads, my left hand gets cramp... bloody typical.

I don't suppose I've done a lot today; just went into town to buy some sports trews (like MO's, only in tan) and they're Nike too. I really like them, classy, again, like MO's. However, too long. I hate being 5'2"... I bet MO never had this problem... *mutter mutter*

We finally got a TV-channel-box-thingy so now we can watch more than just what's on BB1, BB2, ITV1, Channel 4 or five, thank God! That was about 2/3 days ago, only installed it today though. My dad deleted QVC and my mum got all narky, 'twas dead funny.

Last night was Bonfire Night. Went to Greg's and Lucy and Becky were there too. I didn't think I'd have fun, but surprisingly; it was ok. We wrote on sheets of paper all manner of things that we hated, and then wrote notes to the etha. Got a little tiring. Sang some of Greg's songs. Also sang part of Paralysed. Was v. pissed off because everyone hates it. I hate it cos they killed it and make it sound like it's my fault. I was proud of the shitty thing at one point, but now there's no bloody point in feeling anything for it cos it'll only get dissed or never sung again.

However, whatever negative feeling I have for them atm, 'tis nothing for the 'awwww, darlin'' feelings for poor li'l Bone...
Her darling Timmy has got himself a gf who was draped all over him on Sunday like some digusting little slag and Ellie, although strong and will never admit (even to me) that she likes Tim more than the 'little crush' that's she's letting on... well...

Talking of bfs and gfs; am BLOODY FUCKIN' sick of Daniel. He has his own bloody home. Why does he have to bother us every single fuckin' day? I'll write more about this another time. Father-dearest has told me to go to bed. Buggering wank, I don't want to. But I'l be good tonight and go. Hell, I might even go to church tomorrow (ah-puh-chuh! *sarky* Likely! *sarky*)

More later.