Thursday, May 29, 2003
ok, if anyone apart from my beloved brother reads this, me email address is phoebebeetlebum@aol.com, you know, just in case you wanted to make a comment but please no abuse, im quite sensitive.
i just got me hair cut, ooh, it's lovely. Apart from the fact me brother keeps on calling me Karen from corrie, arrrr!!!! i do admire her locks, i must admit but im slightly peeved that my tresses are being compared to hers, it was entirely unintentional karen, im sorry. why don't you grow your hair a bit eh? I'm sure the style will grow on you [hahahah!i'm so witty]
never eat more chocolate raisons than your stomach can withstand.
never try and revise with a substantial packet of chocolate raisons infront of you.
never get your little finger [or pinkie as some people say which is lovely, ive tried to get into the habit of saying it, encompassing it into my idiolect I should say. i must practice.] in the way of the rasor whilst shaving your armpit if you've recently spent £12.50 on a french manicure.
never look like an 80s throwback in the year of 2003, especially if you are attending a trendy hairdressers
love all those who subject you to happiness for they are elongating your very life span
i just got me hair cut, ooh, it's lovely. Apart from the fact me brother keeps on calling me Karen from corrie, arrrr!!!! i do admire her locks, i must admit but im slightly peeved that my tresses are being compared to hers, it was entirely unintentional karen, im sorry. why don't you grow your hair a bit eh? I'm sure the style will grow on you [hahahah!i'm so witty]
never eat more chocolate raisons than your stomach can withstand.
never try and revise with a substantial packet of chocolate raisons infront of you.
never get your little finger [or pinkie as some people say which is lovely, ive tried to get into the habit of saying it, encompassing it into my idiolect I should say. i must practice.] in the way of the rasor whilst shaving your armpit if you've recently spent £12.50 on a french manicure.
never look like an 80s throwback in the year of 2003, especially if you are attending a trendy hairdressers
love all those who subject you to happiness for they are elongating your very life span
Wednesday, May 28, 2003
a delightful read
http://ontheturn.blogspot.com
http://ontheturn.blogspot.com
im feeling quite apprehensive, im gonna chop me hair off tomorrow, feel it's time to make a change, just sit down and take it easyyy, you'll still young, thats not your fault...[sorry for that cat stevens/boyzone moment, i can't help it if the music is in my heart]
Anyway, what happens if i cut me hair and find i am no longer irresitable? i dont know if i could cope with that, im still shuddering from memories of myself when i used to have short hair, why will this time be any different?
Not that i am irresistable but i must say, i have improved over the years [one fellow calls me 'ugly duckling' which i feel is quite representaive of my transition from girl to young woman] and perhaps chopping my hair hair off is just me feeling self destructive, inline with my cowardness when it comes to relationships.
'Oh whats that? You want to engage in a meaningful relationship? I'm really sorry, I forgot I am already committed to my television, but that girl over there is gorgeous, why don't you ask her? Lets be honest, I'm nothing special after all'
Oh well, I'm happy. Which brings me onto my next point...
Your happiness is more important than politely accepting a man/woman's eternal love, they'll thank you for it in the long run
I respect honesty in a person, even if that person is informing you that your hair is orange even though you've always be convinced that it's brown or that your socks are really polyester and not cotton. BUT I hate people who are brutally honest, I watched big brother yesterday [arrrrrr!] and a girl on it asked her doctor for surgery on her sinusses and her doctor suggested getting plastic surgery on her nose too!!! Poor girl! Remember...
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
If one person doesn't like your nose then someone else will. I like big noses anyway, i'm told I have an expressive nose, it squishes when twoddled and my nostrils flare when angry.
OOh Madness are on the radio, delightful.
Anyway, what happens if i cut me hair and find i am no longer irresitable? i dont know if i could cope with that, im still shuddering from memories of myself when i used to have short hair, why will this time be any different?
Not that i am irresistable but i must say, i have improved over the years [one fellow calls me 'ugly duckling' which i feel is quite representaive of my transition from girl to young woman] and perhaps chopping my hair hair off is just me feeling self destructive, inline with my cowardness when it comes to relationships.
'Oh whats that? You want to engage in a meaningful relationship? I'm really sorry, I forgot I am already committed to my television, but that girl over there is gorgeous, why don't you ask her? Lets be honest, I'm nothing special after all'
Oh well, I'm happy. Which brings me onto my next point...
Your happiness is more important than politely accepting a man/woman's eternal love, they'll thank you for it in the long run
I respect honesty in a person, even if that person is informing you that your hair is orange even though you've always be convinced that it's brown or that your socks are really polyester and not cotton. BUT I hate people who are brutally honest, I watched big brother yesterday [arrrrrr!] and a girl on it asked her doctor for surgery on her sinusses and her doctor suggested getting plastic surgery on her nose too!!! Poor girl! Remember...
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
If one person doesn't like your nose then someone else will. I like big noses anyway, i'm told I have an expressive nose, it squishes when twoddled and my nostrils flare when angry.
OOh Madness are on the radio, delightful.
Okay, having smarties for breakfast...bad idea
Putting mouse specifically aimed at curly hair on fresh clean STRAIGHT hair...bad idea
Getting the mouse specifically aimed at curly hair in your eyebrows...bad idea
...creating a website which encompasses your inner thoughts and feelings...not decided about that yet.
Not that anyone's reading this but I also thought that about the umteen diaries I've had and we all know that I was deluded...isn't that right sweet brother of mine?
Oh dear, that sounded nasty but I would never delve into someone else's book of secrets, not even if they were called Ringo Star and could play the drums perfectly well but their skills were continuingly criticised by those you don't know jack!!!
Ringo, I love you.
Marge, hands off, you've got Homer. and he's got the Greeks.
God, Stevie Wonder is great, and unlike one of my innocent friends thought, he isn't a fat old white man.
'I believe that when I fall in love with you it will be forever' is one of the most beautiful songs of all time. It makes me want to laugh, cry and smile at the same time. It's that beautiful.
I just wiped my eye and think I now have mousse in it. Great.
Putting mouse specifically aimed at curly hair on fresh clean STRAIGHT hair...bad idea
Getting the mouse specifically aimed at curly hair in your eyebrows...bad idea
...creating a website which encompasses your inner thoughts and feelings...not decided about that yet.
Not that anyone's reading this but I also thought that about the umteen diaries I've had and we all know that I was deluded...isn't that right sweet brother of mine?
Oh dear, that sounded nasty but I would never delve into someone else's book of secrets, not even if they were called Ringo Star and could play the drums perfectly well but their skills were continuingly criticised by those you don't know jack!!!
Ringo, I love you.
Marge, hands off, you've got Homer. and he's got the Greeks.
God, Stevie Wonder is great, and unlike one of my innocent friends thought, he isn't a fat old white man.
'I believe that when I fall in love with you it will be forever' is one of the most beautiful songs of all time. It makes me want to laugh, cry and smile at the same time. It's that beautiful.
I just wiped my eye and think I now have mousse in it. Great.
Tuesday, May 27, 2003
The news lady just said that 'a bull was found in a china shop'!!!! That must have been one of the greatest things ever said, and the novelty of it is extended by the fact that it was proclaimed on...
Channel 4 news.
Sorry, felt that that deserved a line of it's own for I am a girl who doesn't really respect the news. my brother would be proud. I think I'll write that song tonight.
I dont read newspapers, not even tabloids, only the local freebie on the chance that i might recognise someone in it. Having said that, I suppose I could claim to recognise a number of the people in the national newspapers, David Beckham for example. Just because the rest of the public is fammiliar with his golden tresses doesn't mean I can't make the claim that I recognise him. I have seem him play football [ in the theartre of dreams no less which is Old Trafforord to the unenlightened].
I don't watch the news, not even Channel 5 hich is targetted at people like me. I used to be obbsessed with channel 5 or 'five' as it is now known. Why do they change the names of things? Opal fruits was so english, there was a time where I would insist on saying opal fruits and not listen if s***b***t was proclaimed but now I can't be bothered. Anyways, me brother is continuing the cause.
tonight is a wonderful night for tv, i've even passed up on the opportunity to go to some kind of street festival to stay in with my beloved television.
eastenders, holby city, cutting it and big brother 4 if i'm feeling really low.
the end
Channel 4 news.
Sorry, felt that that deserved a line of it's own for I am a girl who doesn't really respect the news. my brother would be proud. I think I'll write that song tonight.
I dont read newspapers, not even tabloids, only the local freebie on the chance that i might recognise someone in it. Having said that, I suppose I could claim to recognise a number of the people in the national newspapers, David Beckham for example. Just because the rest of the public is fammiliar with his golden tresses doesn't mean I can't make the claim that I recognise him. I have seem him play football [ in the theartre of dreams no less which is Old Trafforord to the unenlightened].
I don't watch the news, not even Channel 5 hich is targetted at people like me. I used to be obbsessed with channel 5 or 'five' as it is now known. Why do they change the names of things? Opal fruits was so english, there was a time where I would insist on saying opal fruits and not listen if s***b***t was proclaimed but now I can't be bothered. Anyways, me brother is continuing the cause.
tonight is a wonderful night for tv, i've even passed up on the opportunity to go to some kind of street festival to stay in with my beloved television.
eastenders, holby city, cutting it and big brother 4 if i'm feeling really low.
the end
I wish I lived in a peat bog, the squelch and stench may remind me of the joys of life, the raw untouched nature of just being...
pretentious
Then again, maybe it would smell too much, it's bad enough withstanding the whiffs of oh-so-expensive perfume of my peers who can justify spending £30 on a bottle of rose petals.
I always remember in me younger days, spashing meself with vanilla musk for a funeral. In the car on the way my aunt tactfully said, is someone wearing perfume? As if you couldn't smell a couple of streets away.
I've never really got the hang of doing things that aren't related to money [I'm not very good at spending] and alcohol [having said that, I threw up 6 times on friday night but I'm putting that down to my stingyness, the wine was free] in moderation.
Maybe I shouldnt have used brackets then, I was only trying to demonstrate my constant flow of waffle, sorry about that. To be honest, I'm quite self conscious, my brother will be reading this and he's quite picky about,
a]my typing which is reminiscent of text messaging and therefore results in me presenting myself as lazy and disrespectful.
b] my writing, he doesn't like my style, which has led me to also withhold this opinion.
Oh well, I shall now commence on my mission for this page, to encourage happiness and love to flow. Here is my first rule...
1] never dismiss an opportunity to dance to the music closest to your heart, even if you scare some pigeons
Which leads to the question, why do people hate pigeons so much? they aren't that bad
pretentious
Then again, maybe it would smell too much, it's bad enough withstanding the whiffs of oh-so-expensive perfume of my peers who can justify spending £30 on a bottle of rose petals.
I always remember in me younger days, spashing meself with vanilla musk for a funeral. In the car on the way my aunt tactfully said, is someone wearing perfume? As if you couldn't smell a couple of streets away.
I've never really got the hang of doing things that aren't related to money [I'm not very good at spending] and alcohol [having said that, I threw up 6 times on friday night but I'm putting that down to my stingyness, the wine was free] in moderation.
Maybe I shouldnt have used brackets then, I was only trying to demonstrate my constant flow of waffle, sorry about that. To be honest, I'm quite self conscious, my brother will be reading this and he's quite picky about,
a]my typing which is reminiscent of text messaging and therefore results in me presenting myself as lazy and disrespectful.
b] my writing, he doesn't like my style, which has led me to also withhold this opinion.
Oh well, I shall now commence on my mission for this page, to encourage happiness and love to flow. Here is my first rule...
1] never dismiss an opportunity to dance to the music closest to your heart, even if you scare some pigeons
Which leads to the question, why do people hate pigeons so much? they aren't that bad
I like pigs with curly tails
