I can't take these headaches anymore.
I can't take these headaches anymore.
I can't take these headaches anymore.
I can't take these headaches anymore.
I can't take these headaches anymore.
I can't take these headaches anymore.


Argh.

Argh. BBC3 just showed some guy getting a very personal wax.

DID NOT WANT. My FREAKIN' EYES.

God, everything is so incredibly tedious right now. All I do is check my email, go on the Sims or look out the window. The internet seems so dead lately, is everyone out having adventures?

Hmmm.

THERE ARE NO WORDS.





From Boosh forum, apparently from Bust magazine and http://www.flickr.com/photos/jennimiller/4094544848/

This is an impossible question. Even if I chose one, like Rufus Wainwright I couldn't even narrow it down to an album.

This question is surely not for a music fan.

I've had this headache for over 24 hrs now. I am close to decapitating myself.

Won tickets to see Bunny & the Bull in a London cinema tonight, have no idea what to wear. Eek.

Best part of my Halloween was the make-up, total wash-out. Today has kinda been a big let-down from the start.

Will post photos tomorrow. xx

Tomorrow night I am having a mini-party, and despite it being at my own house I am dressing up. I am thinking of 1950's murdered zombie Starlet.

Basically I have this amazing red lipgloss I want to use.

Tonight I played Netball for 90 mins. I ran, jumped, whacked, spun, clipped...cursed! We lost to a Uni team who practice daily as part of their degree, 20-17 so we were pretty happy. I forget sometimes I can actually run, and do something vaguely athletic. I always feel bookish. Having to walk past 6 pitches full of guys to get to our pitches is pretty daunting, even sweaty, exhausted and wearing unflattering clothes all the Netball girls get whistles. I've even stopped doing a double-take at it.

I think this geek is turning into a JOCK.

Today i've had backache, I can barely walk because my feet hurt, heartburn, a headache and knee pain.

I am either a hypochondriac, or broken. Possibly both.

In the words of Matt Morgan, 'I can't be a hypochondriac, as I have real symptoms'.

Watching Kourtney and Khloe take Miami, and cramming my face with my Mum's Brownie Cupcakes.

In the words of Blur; this is a low.

Today I saw Up. I cried through nearly the whole movie - and I HATE crying. A really lovely, funny, beautifully made movie.

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I have been looking for 20 minutes for a hair crimper.

I am going to an 80's themed birthday later tonight. Although I will probably look more normal in Camden, I know I will feel like a bit of an idiot. I have a huge blue bow for my hair, a vintage sequin top and skinny jeans.

There will be no photo evidence of tonight.

There is only 10 years between my Mum's and my crushes.

Donny Osmond is 51, and Barratt 41.

I feel icky.

Planning my birthday is fun :D

I can't think of anything to write for the boosh_shorts prompt.

I didn't realise writers block was contagious!