fuckers.
I have 2 jobs, I eat well and push play for 30 minutes a day.
Before you spread shit about my habits you should do your research.
I'm hurt and betrayed, and to be honest I never want to see anyone again. (That's why I'm telling the internet)

Today Fondly and I went on a very big outside!  We drove to Paraparaumu on back-roads trying to find a place to dump a fridge.  Then it turned out that we have consciences so we went and picked up our new washing machine with the broken fridge still in the van.  Heavy Van!
I got to get Burger King in Paraparaumu, and I was very pleased.  So pleased, in fact, that I bought Fearnley a happy meal. (U.F.O. toy) (I don't even think he wanted it)
The joyful part of this story is the part where we now, after months and months have a washing machine.  I can stop being smelly!  I am so very happy with this.

I also realised yesterday that the time has come for me to not-take-so-many-drugs-so-frequently.
Day one, this is fun.  Oh, articulation, how I missed you! <3
Crosswords, you stand no chance!
Leaving the house!  It can happen now!
Being a bitch.  I've been thinking the thoughts.

I'm getting to be a little ragey, because there are ALWAYS people (plural) in my room.  In the way.  Making a mess.
*cry*
I'm exhausted and sick of living in a filth pit.  This flat is cursed.

FLAT.LOVE.IS.PHAT.LOVE
We love each other, and everyone is GORGEOUS! And we have a washing machine, a giant horse head, and the giantest dreams ov most bitches I know.


Speaking of aesthetics, would anyone like to buy me hair-dye? :P

Internet.
I am becoming organised.  I have a diary and a to-do list.

I have great upcoming projects for school too <3
We have to choose a "key practitioner" - An artist whom we admire and would like to be when we grow up.
I'm thinking Marilyn Manson.  Or more realistically, Simon Morse. (Being able to CONTACT the latter is super-useful, but being Manson would be much more fun and I could make a music video. And music.)

I have a great boyfriend, and I would love to tell the internet all about it, but that's far from appropriate.

I'm going to PARTY later tonight.  And colour my hair now, hopefully it will go vibrant dark red.

I have a DEVIANT ART account.  I intend to try to update it DAILY, so I hate the rushed silly things I upload and have the motivation for better things.

We are HAVING a PARTY at my house, on Saturday.  I'm not organising it.  I can't be bothered.
Anyway, come and drink. Ali moved out, Chey moved in. Alex has his own room.

Dear Diary,

Today I lost my temper, it was frightening.  I pretty much told a regular customer that we all hated her and that she should sod off.
I walked out before I let slip that I was under instruction from my boss to get rid of her.  But I feel bad because I know that she's on medication for her mentality.  Seriously though, what a horrible woman!

I quit!!!!
I gave a month notice at both of my jobs a week ago!  I shall be free! (To survive on student living costs)  How have I worked in the same place for two and a half years?  At my age it's just over a fifth of my life!!!!  fuck that.

I may or may not be buggering off to India to work.  I don;t really know if this is a good thing.


And.  Does anyone know anyone driving to NIN?  My current plan is le hitch.

And, rewind. I'm fucking 21!  I'm uber old and responsible!  Go me!

bai, Aaron's here now.

XxXxxXXXxxxx

Is it possible to get glandular fever more than once?

I'm dying, or something similar.