I'm a silly girl who deserves to be punished. Here's almost all my favourite people:

Enough said.

Hmm.

I've not been feeling particularly wordy lately. Either I'm too tired, busy, lazy, miserable, happy or not miserable or happy enough to be interesting about it. Having just returned from le Yann Tiersen gig at the Junction, I'm sufficiently reanimated enough to say the following things:

There is always time for Nandos.

Must remember to make a parody folk singer character who screams and can whistle through his ears (not based on Yann Tiersen).

Yann Tiersen has the loveliest eyes.

Joanna is always right.



Night, my luffs. Kisskisskiss.

Oh, bugger.

My life runs in CIRCLES. I really hate that. This is going to get messy all over again. Maybe I should stop, BUT: good things are hard to find.

But in other news: I went to Alton Towers, with the ever-awesome Joanna, and Dan, and Chris. We skipped most of the scary rides and went on Duel about 10000000 times. Which was completely worth it because you got to shoot zombies, and Dan and Jo screamed occasionally in an amusing manner, or at least in a way which was amusing until one of the giant spiders inadvertently terrified me. Oh, and I have a beautiful camera which I will be having hot, steamy sex with until further notice.

Ohhh, Camera. Don't stop.

I am eternally in debt to the instant mood-improving powers of Ben Folds.

I'm Really Sorry.

My worst friend right now is a long, green, worm. He has his tail neatly wrapped around my oesophagus, squeezes unwanted air from my lungs and eats the soft, pulpy muscle around my heart. I think he's composed of anger, sadness and a large dollop of guilt. I think I'll name him Gareth. Gareth the Guilty Worm.

(It's the do or die moment of a long-standing issue with me: clearly state a dislike of a certain person, or admit that I'm unreasonable, stop bitching about it in private and forget the whole thing).

Joanna and Dan, as usual, are my conscience. They're right: I can't keep pretending. That makes me the Bad Guy. I will say now, as a permanent record of folly: Joanna, you're right about everything, I'm sorry lashed out at you, and I could really use your advice right now. I feel sick.

I Can Post Twice In One Day.

See?