I have decided my boyfriend's knee is my comfort blanket.
Fin.

Hate is a strong word, but I hold a vast amount of contempt for female pop artists these days. I'm sure history hath spat out a large number of them that lower the bar for women everywhere, but these are the ones I've grown up to know, and hate. Sorry. Hold contempt for.
Katy Perry; a shame, actually quite liked her at first, a quirky, adorable and original singer/songwriter with a whimsical sense of style. However she turned into a vapid unoriginal sell out, not because she became succesful, but because it's painfully obvious she no longer writers her own songs, and has become a bit of a one trick pony, in the sense that she's only been able to market herself with one distinct style, and it's getting old, she has no versatility, no originality, did I say that already? Fuck I don't care.

Rihanna; (btw my grammar is probably atrocious and I do apologize for that) a  run of the mill young r n b star turned super edgy teen/young adult icon who clearly "don't give a fuck" about nothing. Donning the latest of the late fashion trends, in hopes that it'll make her appear cutting edge, getting rid of her redonculous curves, and flashing about her scrawny body whilst marketing marijuana, bdsm and alcoholism to children, don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with any of those things, if you're old enough to act responsibly with them. Now she looks like a cheap, drugged up prostitute who, I get that she probably does write her own songs, but still claims that they make her "break down in tears" when she sings them, really RiRi? Does "singing" about sado masochism and how you wish your man would treat you like a fucking princess, or how you're tough shit, make you all misty eyed? Thought not.

I'm sure there are more that get on my tits but I'm too buzzed to focus on it right now, will probs add to this later, being the cynical cunt that I am yo.

ramblings

I have become such a lightweight that 2-4 gulps of blue charge (cheap ass red bull) and expensive vodka is enough to get me tipsy.
Wake me up, before you go o, don't wanna miss it when you hit that hai.

Why are 80s tunes, the cheesy ones as well, the best to jive to when drinking? Maybe it's because i'm female. and incredibly camp.
I really want a poncho.

Okay let me tell you about a dream I had last night

Me and my mum and my stepdad had moved into a new 3 story house in the country, and there were two houses next door, and our neighbours kept calling up, oh yeah and we had two tigers instead of dogs, one black one white, but yeah our neighbours kept calling us up and asking me if I could hear the music. They claimed they could hear string quartet or something. I kept telling them no,

then after this went on for a while The Doctor showed up with A. Pond and Rorey at our house, mother made small talk, and the topic of the strange phonecalls arose
that's when doctor did his "something\s not right here"| face.

Miss Pond pointed out the two houses next door were clearly abandoned. The doctor stood up all dramatic like.

I don't like this song.
that's better

anyway the doctor became dramatic, and was like, we need to get out of here.

All of a sudden the lights at the top of the house went out, the bulb was blown, and then the one below that, quickly the entire house had dscended into darkness. Then that creepy violin noise that you hear in horror films began playing, real high pitched like, weird.
We all ran to the kitchen to hide, and the doctor informed us our house was home to this alien species of arachnidoids
they were made of mahogony, and had no eyes, but one big razor teeth filleed mouth. They had human torsos extracting from the body of the spider, and would spin string, like the type found on instruments, and would eat their victims from the inside out.


Anwyways that's all I remember of the dream.


My burps taste like leeks and ham.