Life is going fab…apart from hayfever

Ahh, don’t you love it when you wake up in the morning and you can’t breathe out your nose?

Of course you don’t. It’s disgusting and very unattractive!
Aside from waking up with blocked pipes (like the analogy? Analogy? right word yey or nay? who actually cares) I’ve had a great week! The parentals came up to look for houses….found one that papa bear and I adored…but at 1.1 million for a town house….I don’t think so!! The boyfriend is being adorable. Offered to buy me a new dress….which I didn’t accept, but the thought is what counts.

However, of course there will always be some whore(/s to rain on my parade). Turns out Town and Pop-N-Fresh are “besties”. Gag. Those two have a stronger hate for each other than I do for g bangers above the pants. Which is…….STRONG. hahahaha. My darling bOObs (did I intro her? well she’s absolutely gorgeous, huge breasts with a tiny waist. Only issue, she used to (USED TO) have a drug problem, but then again most of my friends do!!) calls me to tell me that there are gag worthy photos of them “chilling, drinking and being chummy” on bebo…
YEY for them! I hope that their great love for themselves doesn’t get in the way of this blossiming friendship. And that it doesn’t crash and burn….. (sarcasm anyone?)

What else to report. oh yes. I may or may not have spent my  entire pay cheque already. And I got paid on Wednesday. I do believe I may have a problem (at least it’s not drugs!). But I did buy the most beautiful shoes. Which some dirty old lady at my work had the nerve to call slippers. Someone didn’t let her in on the memo that “peasant skirts” went out with rollerblades (which suprisingly i have seen an influx of lately, but then again I was sitting on the most homosexual street in Australia, so that may be why. Gay men are trailblazers. Bringing back trends whilst getting fit! HELLO STRAIGHT MEN OF AUSTRALIA!!! Take up rollerblading. I would myself, but well, I’m a little unco…and it would be a disaster of Titanic proportions!!).

Wow I talk a lot of BS.

Ahhh Madonna on the radio. Please god, make sure I have the money so my breasts look like that when I’m fifty! Snaps for her for looking tops….hot hot hot. And of course JT doesn’t do too badly.

Well, I think I’ve realeased all the un-important junk filling my brain.
I will bore you no longer!

Remember, nobody likes black roots and blonde hair.
xo xo