gold dust woman

Developments:

• I now have not one job - but two! Both cleaning, but it's enough to keep me busy and get me a little extra cash.
• My birthday came and went. I got a bass from Matt (which I'm still not that good at) and that's all I can recall - so it must have been very eventful...
• I'm slowly getting better at reading Tarot.
• I'm spending a little less time on this damn thing wishing that I had something to do.
• Polly has bitten me. Twice. The bitch.
• Poland is fast approaching.
• The Sims 2: Nightlife is bloody ace.

Due to my boredom (read: lack of life) today, I've been reading truckloads of blogs and it's made me realise how goddamn boring my own is.

I've managed a few interesting entries, but most are just ... blah. So it's time for REVOLUTION, folks! Either I get good at the ol' blogging or (dum dum dummmm) I don't blog at all.

Ahh! But don't weep for me, invisible masses!

I will make an attempt. I really will. I promise. I double promise. I quadruple promise over and over with cream on top and cherries and Dale Winton and yespleaseloveme!readmyblog!feedmyego!

Here goes.

Yeah, I suck. But I have been doing stuff over at the other blog, so don't bitch.

I've just made some mint tea and it is beautiful.

Charlotte is coming to stay at mine this weekend and we're going over to Worcester as well - so that should be fun!

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... I'm lacking a bit in the ol' blogging inspiration at the moment. Forgive me, non-reader.

And I'm back.

And a teeny bit tanned.

It was a great holiday; full of food, sun, sea, fits of giggles and a couple of bowls full of puke. Nice.

Tomorrow - or later this evening - I will post pictures. But at the moment I need to start blogging over at the ranty/feminist blog.

Well, I am off to Majorca now (or Mallorca... whichever one it is).

Back in a week's time. ByeBye blog.

The Hurricane has just completely highlighted America's total and utter incompetence. Blowing up countries? Now, that is what the good ol' US of A is best at. But maintaining the well being of all its own people? Hmm. Oh well, it's mainly only black people anyway - huh, Bush?

Makes me sick.

America can wrap all its problems up in the Star Spangled Banner as much as they want, but the problem remains. A gust of wind, and it's weaknesses are exposed for all the world to see.

Whatever happened to caring for "your tired, your poor, your huddled masses"...?

Gah.

I just typed out a post and the BUGGERS froze my computer and killed it all. Amen. Goodnight.