I would love to know what goes inside my own head. somehow, somewhere, sometime some crazy fool thought it would be a lark to wire my brain to my mouth whilst skipping any filters.
So family, you know I love you all very much and i have always been the wild child or blacksheep.
See it was Lovey's 30th last night so had a corker night. i came home at about 2a.m. Nothing to do so i thought hey "I haven't over analysed anything for a while" and so the rant begun. Soon as Shawry got home it was back to being my usual crazy self. Our poor neighbours had to listen to John Williamson's "True Blue", "Old Man Emu" and other tasty selections of australian including slim dusty and kevin bloody willson's "Why won't Rolf Harris Just F* off Die"
So, hmm, thats it really. i am hiding out here because some inconsiderate soul won't get of "MY" couch. It's Sunday, its MY couch.
I'm off now to hunt down some of Bill's music. Trying to stay awake and hoping someone will deliever me a plate full of vegetables. I'm very hungry and would really like some vegetables. Might have to settle for string.
Mood - to blah to have a mood...I'm lost. where am I?
Music - T.V and yep, fish tank needs water
I like all music (not bubble gum pop) so yes I like Mr Williamson.
Hey, i even like Paris Hilton's song. She's great when I grow up I want to be just like her. I'm already practicing now you see I want to be skeletal thin so I use her music as a means to throwing up. He he.
Post Script I do realise that anorexia and bulimia are serious illness and no harm intended. I hope people realise I never mean to be insensitive (although I keep apologising for it).