Don't tell myles there's a squirrel on the fence, he's not dressed yet, he'll go chasing it in his pants n socks!
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715 am and I've just witnessed a grown man walk into a hedge, effects of the night before me thinks!
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Wow, switching the alarm off, amazing, I'll probably wake up at 6 anyway!
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Day 11, no alcohol.

I'm such a boring person!


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Its not bribery, its gentle persuasion!


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God damn speed vigilantes, if I want to drive fast just move out the way dawdle pants!

Obviously only if its safe and legal to do so.


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What does a hiss from a demented dragon who's just been told it doesn't exist sound like?

I think I just heard it


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Day 5, no alcohol

I'm starting to remember my dreams again, help!

I've even had some fruit to try and replace the grape content. Unfortunately this has had some bad consequences, the liwi juice has burnt my throat and gone up my nose, it hurts!
Not sure I like this healthy living thing!
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If I really was Ange the Avenging Princess I would have been able to use my super human reactions to save that poor family from certain misery, instead of flying past them, at probably legal somewhere speeds, and saved my soul from the guilt that seeps through it for not using my magical powers!

All I needed to do was stop and offer a lift, to the shivering children wrapped in quilts and their helpless mother, to the next services and leave dad in the rain to await rescue.

Alas my reactions were dull and sped past them I did. Still, its the thought that counts, I'm sure they'll thank me for thinking of them :)

You should never have told me you still read my blog neillly weilly, you encourage me to spam!
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I have a spider trapped under a cup, poor thing's all out of luck. Yet I think its me who will suffer the most, when the animal court rules and is host. Then this morning things have got worse, I added deeply to natures curse. Whilst I showered at 3 a.m I trapped a moth in a watery pen. I had some hope as his wings fluttered, fly fly to him I uttered. Alas I fear his chance has passed, and yes murder this could be classed. That poor moth was gone in a swirl, oh I'm such a very naughty girl!
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Spiders! Hate is too soft and loathe doesn't cover the fear!
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I'm 32, I'm running out of time, they need to make me a vampire soon!
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So what actually makes people think its ok to judge me, dissect my actions and declare me wrong when they know I never ever shrug off their criticism. It stays with me forever and just adds to the growing log of sadness. And they wonder why I get overwhelmed.
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talking of lost things

I still haven't found that video of the guy out on his 'stag' night with the chain around his neck and turning into a half man thing coz his beloved has put an anti pulling charm on him.

What will I do when I finally find it? Think the world is at peace and blow bubles for a decade?

Sigh

And anyway

I'm really concerned I'm a little bit dim. I dont quite see the world as others do, I'm pretty sure I feel it differently to others too. If I am dim I think its cruel that I get moments of clarity where I know I'm dim, dimness should be like forest gumpness, happily and blissfully unaware of ones own faults!

Poor child

I'm about to ruin my sons life by cutting his hair. He's managed to avoid it for at least 4 months after various head injuries, but now its time. I'll try my very bestest to make him look like a dude but i strongly suspect he'll end up as he normally does, with no hair at all. He'll just have o wear his harry potter scar with pride.

Poor child.

Dear Sir

Please can you send me the cd I left in the computer when I left your fine company many years ago. My 2 cd Doors collection just isn't the same without it, in fact its half of what it used to be and I rather like the music.

I wonder how many fabulous discs of tunage I've lost over the years in random computers.

Grey grey grey

It's all grey. The weather's grey, the moods grey. I know it can't be sunny all of the time, everything would wilt and die if all it had was hot sun beating down. We'd soon get fed up of brilliant light in our life if all we had was warm sunshine, so why do I hate the grey? If I stop wearing grey will I stop feeling grey?

It's all a bit scary

I've never posted a blog before, unless in a drunken stupour i managed to produce one, but judging by the elaborate steps I've taken today I doubt I would have ever had the patience to follow it through!

I'm not good at change, but so many things have happened in life that I need to learn to embrace the changes, even if they hurt. As part of my growth I hoped blogging would help me with those changes. If I randomly spam the world maybe I'll stop boring myself and the poor souls who have no choice but to endure my ever swinging moods, so sorry world it's your turn to suffer the torrent of my random ramblings.