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Gooood evenin', young rebels and swingers.
Yes, I am in a fucking fantastic mood. So much so, I actually decided to blog again.
WHY am I happy?

• Misa, Beer + I are meeting in town tomorrow.
• We're gonna go get some last bits for our outfits.
• They're coming back to mine, and we will be getting ready.
• During getting ready, we will each down a pint of cider.
• We're getting ready for the EMILIE AUTUMN GIG.
• The gig will commence.
• The two will spend the night at my house :D
• Sunday will be lazy, not gloomy.
• Monday I will get my shipping address.
• Shipping address for sending a Muffin a Bear.
• I'll be recieving a custom Bear also.
• Friday; Ictus, Neon Sarcastic and Skam are playing at The Musician.
• At least three chicks I fancy will be there.
• The Saturday; Becca will be staying round mine to 'watch Let The Right One In' (Mhmmmn)

And basically coss lately my life is sodding fab. Despite the fact EMA hasn't come through. But it only hasn't come through coss they're busy sorting out the £100 bonus'. Which- with a bit of luck- will mean I will have £160 in my bank soon. Safe. "Do you do men?- Uh, do you do men hair?" Yeah, I'm watching Paul Blart: Mall Cop with Dad and Donna. Donna's his girlfriend. A girlfriend whom- for once- doesn't mind spending time with me also. It feels like a proper family night. All cosy and stuff. I'm nibbling one of Donna's home-made cuppycakes; Dad and her are snuggling on the sofa (BLEH! But at least he's happy.)

It feels like a Christmas kinda atmosphere, to be honest. All cosy and warm and stuff. I swear, we'd have an open fire... If the fireplace hadn't been torn down two years ago. I might go get Spud (my hamster) just to complete the whole family look. It's not conventional- but what is conventional about a girl who's mom tried to kill herself, and about a girl who's gayer than a gay thing in a shop full of gay things but also has a tendancy to kiss men? That's right. There's nothing conventional about me. Which is good, I suppose.

Another new thing with me? I'm gonna be starting a scrapbook soon ^-^

The 30th blog.

Yet the first blog of this year. I would say something crappy and cliche like "and we're well into it", but I'm far too fucking cold to be sarcastic. I can taste Marmite, and my eyes are all squinty coss the lighting is crappy in the living room. I just sent a text to my father saying "Misa's mom is gonna ring you at half six xx". Coss, like, she is. Not coss they've developed a friendship, or have plans to. But in ten days time (hopefully) myself, Misa and Kim (Tits) should be at an Emilie Autumn gig in Nottingham (:

For said gig , I have an outfit planned. Said outfit consists of:-
Purple and black courset
Black shorts
Purple and black striped tights
Purple or black shoes (Noticing a theme here?)
And a black bear. With purple patches.

Black bear with purple patches will be called "Lord Alfred Thornicate". I have decided. Shut up.
Well, a lot has happened, but I can't be bothered to write it all up. Just for the record, I have a hamster now. And a cardboard cut out of Jacob Black.


P.S. I quit smoking.