For Purpleyyy.

Quick blog post before I go to sleep... just for the purple one because she seems desperate to read blogs! :P

Humdeeehummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Deedooobedoooo! Blippedybleep. Blop. Pinggggggg! Zap. Drooovaloop, crazolk. Zipppppipppppppppppoppppppppppppppppppp!

That will be all.

=]

temporary post...

HELPPPPPP!!!!!!

Basically, I'm trying to rearrange my living room. Ike keeps taking the CDs off the big CD rack and almost pulling the thing over on himself. So I need to put it somewhere it's unlikely to tip over/somewhere hard for a baby to get to. I've moved it right across the room into a corner, but a) it restricts access to my DVDs and b) it's in front of a pluggy inny place.
So, Here's my living room from 3 different angles:

  So yeah, does anyone have any idea where things should go?

List of important furniture that needs to be in places:
CD rack,

Mildred the sofa (the ugly one).

Sammy the sofa (the sexy one).

Black coffee table thing. 

Ideas would be appreciated!

Weird dream/nightmare/whatever.

Had a really fucking weird and pretty scary dream-type-thing last night.

It was like real life. I basically woke up. Ike was still in bed next to me like he was when I went to sleep. I got him up and dressed and went downstairs. I was completely in control of everything I did and at this point I didn't know I was dreaming. I was just doing general things like I'd do on an average morning. I only found out it was a dream because there was an extra room in my house (which I originally thought was just a room I'd never noticed before) and eventually weird shit started happening in it. When I realised it must be a dream, I spent ages trying to wake myself up. It started with pinching myself and trying to tell myself to wake up. I could feel pain exactly like I would in real life. I kept trying to wake myself up. I was screaming and screaming. I put my entire arm in the fire thing in the new room. It hurt like fuck, but I still didn't wake up. It was futile. I can't remember how I eventually woke up, but I know that when I woke up I had tears all down my face and I wasn't sure if anything was real or it was still a dream.

I've had some weird dreams before, but this was definitely the weirdest night of my life. I hope it never happens again.

xxxxxxxbighugzzzhunniiiiiixxxxxxxxx

Finally, something to blog about!

For years, I've felt extremely uncomfortable with general signs of affection. Everything from hugs to putting Xs at the end of stuff. Yeah, I'll hug anyone when I'm drunk, but when I'm sober it's a different matter.When I'm drunk people tend to think I'm more of a normal, person because of that! XD However, when sober (which, unfortunately is most of the time) I hate hugs and everything. I'd say in real (sober) life I'm kinda like Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory when it comes to affection.

People think it's weird that I rarely put Xs at the end of shit online and in texts. There are a couple of people that I force myself to Xify online because I'm afraid it'll result in people being twatty with me and therefore the loss of friends/drinking buddies. I don't know why I hate doing it so much. It just makes me feel way too awkward for my liking.

Anyhow, thanks to the genius of The Purple One, I've come up with a way to do the whole X thing without feeling awkward. Because I hate over the top 'big hugz hunniiiii xxxxxxx <3' shit, I'm gonna do that to everyone at the end of everything for at least 24 hours to see how it goes. Doing the thing I hate in an over the top manner might simultaneously make it highly amusing and make me look less weird. It's gonna be hilarious.

So like, BIG HUGZZZZ MY HUNNEEEEZ! <3<3 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx<3 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

P.S. I'm officially a trainee trekkie and I'm becoming a little obsessed with Star Trek! XD

I baked!

I've been baking... 

I made these: 

A giant, chocolatey cheerio...

The top bit is supposed to say 'Charlotte' in Japanese... #epicfail. The bottom bit says 'SaTAN'. It originally just said 'STAN', but that was boring.

Boring ones...

I then played with the chocolate for a bit. I need to grow up! :P

And yeah, most people reading this probably know about this from twitter. I just thought it was vaguely bloggable about! XD

Oh, and you can find the biscuity recipe here. =]

And just like every time I bake, I must say that I really enjoyed it and I'm going to start baking more often. :P

Bank: The GOOSEFANNY of the clothes shopping world.

Spent ages writing a blog. Deleted it because I'm so fucking pissed off and have to blog about something else.


I went to Bank (the clothes shop, not the HSBC or anything) today. I bought a top. Didn't try it on because I have a thing about changing rooms and never ever ever try stuff on in shops. The size I got was large. I expected it to be baggy on me because yeah, I may be a lot fatter than I used to be, but I'm not exactly massive. I tried it on about half an hour ago. I only just managed to get my arms through the arm thingys and it wouldn't fasten at all. IT WAS NOT FUCKING LARGE! It was tiny. It would probably fit my 11 year old cousin. Usually a medium would fit me quite nicely, but no... large was extremely small on me. Yeah, I'm pissed off at myself for getting so fat, but I'm even more pissed off at Bank. Having sizes like that is the kind of thing that fuels eating disorders and shit. I'm apparently a healthy weight for my height. I know I need to lose weight to be the size I want to be, but the point is that I'm a healthy weight and a large top was too small for me. It's fucking ridiculous. So yeah, I'm a healthy weight yet I'm fat according to this fucking shop. I'm going to boycott Bank (even though they sell awesome shoes). Even if I manage to lose a lot of weight, I'm still going to avoid shopping there. Stupid fucking cunt of a shop! >.<

Anyhow... in other news, I spent over £100 today so I wont be able to afford much food to nom for a while so hopefully that will help me lose weight and become what society (or just twatty shops like Bank) want me to be. At least I have a table and two chairs (hopefully that's enough to accomodate my fat arse) for the garden!

Whoooooooooosssssssssshhhhhhhhh. I'm going to drink some alcomavag.

Ponderings...

I'm not sure how to word this, so bear with me...

I've been trying to work out how people are so open on their blogs. Like there's loads I want to blog and tweet about, but I'm not sure I want the whole world knowing too much shit about me. I don't particularly want people to know, but I want to be able to blog and tweet about it. Make sense? Thought not. So yeah, how the fuck do people manage to be so open about stuff?

Meep. I just want to be able to openly moan about shit! :P

Meh- off to watch Waterloo Road.