Wouldn’t it be weird to go to a fancy dress funeral??? That’s what i woke up thinking??? (therapy please.) Then i watched early morning ‘Big Brother’ because i missed it last night…due to ‘jubilant follies’ and after viewing ‘Dale’ and ‘Stu’ funkily dancing on treadmills, i desparately want to smear my boobs all over them…repeatedly…until i die…..at my fancy dress funeral….hahahaha!! God they’re HOT!! AND they’re both, what i like to call ‘cheeky charmers.’ Cheeky charmers are my favourite!! I like boys, who flirty make fun of me, at the same time as going on about, how they worship the ground i walk on. They both (like moi) have the ‘Northern charm.’ It’s a precious gift to have….sometimes??
I’m a bit knackered today, so i’m taking it easy. I have a busy next week, and i can’t check my email, due to the fucking up of ‘AOL.’ UGH!! ‘You’ve got mail!’ – Well then give it too me FUCKERS!! I shouldn’t swear before 10am…it’s unGodly. I need to make coffee pronto…i’m hearing voices in my head. I feel rough. Yet, i look divine…hahaha!! I can’t wait to go back to work!!! I need my scars to heel.