anarchie

Well hello there friends,
Where did those two weeks go? And why oh why can't I remember what I did during them? I have the memory of a dead goldfish. Seriously.

The thing that has been in the focus of my mind was the unfortunate outcome of the American Elections. Britian is the 51st state of America- seriously. It's just utterly depressing. The more and more I learn about media ownership on my journalist course, the more I blame upon it. Fox is the work of the devil!

I was sent this:


Well it cheered me up anyway Though I was very, very grudgingly a Kerry supporter.

On a just as a depressing note , I was 'turned down' for the first time ever yesterday I went to a club with a few friends (inc. Claire and her husband) and we were getting our groove on, on the dancefloor. There was this aging, man in what looked like his business clothes dancing to every rock song like Michael Flatly in the Riverdance. His legs were flying! Claire dared me to get a dance with him (as if I could keep up) I got talking to him (nice guy) and his friends, and danced with him on the next song. He neaned towards me and said 'I'm too old for you'. Charming! *laughs*

He's obviously gay or something... ahem. Or deluded if he thinks because I danced near him I wanted to leave my perfect boyfriend for him. Bitterness is next to Godliness.

And lastly, hugs and shnuggles to ClearBrightFire my one true girly love for this which made me squeel with delight.