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Yipes. I don't believe Violet and Jayne posted on my journal... sometimes it's nice to be surprised, like when you've had a shitty day- you come on and instant grin from ear to ear Y'see that's why this is such a great place- Involvement! Interaction! It's liek a special kinda church where if you talk to the angels- they can talk back, only the angels don't wear silly wings and go around singing choral like Charlotte bloody Church- they're normal, they're accesable and I just... love everyone... I almost hate this three favourites shit- let me pick nine or ten, damn it!... and yes... babbling like i'm on a sugar-high- maybe there is too much sugar in my Jasmine tea. I don't measure anymore, I just take the dispenser and shake shake shake- With my metabolism, what difference does it make?

I think I'm getting more eccentric. How long til I'm wearing loaves of bread on my feet instead of shoes and playing a ukelele? Mmmmphhhh

So it's another gloomy day in Dundee and I'm in a weird mood. Like I feel like making a mixer-tape for my walkman, which is amusing since my walkman DIED a couple of years ago and I've never bothered to get a replacement- i know however if I undertake this project A) I will end up being a perfectionist and restarting twenty times to get the first three or four tracks spot on- It's like Rob says in 'High Fidelity', there are rules to makinga good mixer-tape, and there are... which... might explain why I never make mixer-tapes and why when I do the entire floor ends up covered in tapes, records and CD's- and I wonder how my boyfriend will feel about that after all my.... hormonal shee-ite last night- he's trying to avoid the topic today... which is... fine... poor dear is making Indian food though, Balti I believe- Indian twice in one week, what a lucky girl I am, eh?

Uy- maybe I'll abandon the idea of making a mixertape for just taking a nap for a couple of hours...

Avoid thiunking about all the 'friends' I email and my blasted hick-family who never get in TOUCH damn it- not taht I want them to be in touch twenty-four-seven, but the occasional email would be nice... ugh- punctuality? Familiar with the concept? Alas, no... Fortunately Iain's parents have stopped showing up out of the blue since... they're hell. Or at least his mother is. Like Gates Of Hades BITCH-SLAPPER extraoirdinaire. She brings him down- you know, one of those really overbearing women who walks into a room and everyone sort of cowers- thats my 'mother in law' (pffffffffffff) who makes Adolf Hitler look like Mother Theresa.... of the stories I could tell you.... But I'll not- Instead I'll say only this-

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!! But no, no 'surprise' visits, for which I am SO thankful- and I think he is too. God knows we both have enough tension, especially with him back on his slacker-novella kick. Yeah, writer-cum-asrtist-cum-slacker- that would be my boyfriend... he's better than he sounds, even if he can be a little much at times.

Not that I can't be... but I'm a girl....

And Being John Malkovich is on tonight- woo.

So I'm having a good day... and I'm hoping I'm not alone