I don't write here much anymore, because if I did, I suspect it'd all just be ranting about retail work (which is what I have fallen into for the moment - not exactly satisfying, but a job's a job) or squeeing over dresses. I try to write about things that are at least sort of important to me over here.
I will take a moment, though, to tell you to hurry along to http://www.theoutnet.com/. The Outnet is, as its name suggests, an outlet on the internet. It's an offshoot of Net-a-Porter, and it sells designer clothes at discounted prices. Well, The Outnet is celebrating its first birthday this month, and they want us to celebrate with them. On April 16th, they're having a sale and all items in the sale are just £1! You've got to choose carefully, though, because each customer is only allowed to buy one thing, except for one lucky person, who'll be allowed to buy five things. You've got to RSVP on their website before April 11th to get access to the sale. I don't know how much of their stock will be on sale, but this could be your chance to pick up a pair of Louboutins for about 1/400th of their usual price!
Anyway, onto more serious topics.
Every now and then I realise that I am incredibly lucky to have so many people to love. For most of my childhood and teenage years, I never really had a real best friend. Yes, I always had friends and yes, I always had someone to call a best friend, but I never had one of those friendships you read about. In primary school, my best friend was called Gemma. She was the bitchiest 8 year old in the world, I'm sure. In secondary school, there was Rebecca. She was, I suppose, my first 'real' best friend - we went through our dramatic crushes and first concerts and all that other stuff together, but she was incredibly jealous, attention-seeking and a compulsive liar who ended up spreading an incredibly vicious rumour when I spent more time with another friend than I did with her. She was one of those teenage best friends you have because you want a best friend rather than because you actually like them most of the time, and I'm sure she felt the same about me. We did have some brilliant fun, though. We went on holiday together twice and got up to all sorts of mischief. We used to hang around in town in clothes totally inappropriate for thirteen year olds and try and meet boys and get our hands on cigarettes. Yeah, we had fun. But I was annoyed at her more often than not.
In college, I met Laura. We had a drunken sleepover about a month after meeting (on alcopops because we were 16 and that's what I drank then) and walked for miles to the local garage because the shop nearby wouldn't sell us cigarettes. We smoked cigarettes in my back garden all night and she made weird noises when she slept. Laura was the first friend I was ever totally comfortable with. We went clubbing for the first time together and the next night, I lost my virginity while she was in the next room. At a party at her house a few weeks later, she walked into the bedroom I was having sex in and asked me if I wanted any noodles. She then stayed and held a conversation with us. I think she was one of the first people I ever changed in front of and was randomly naked in front of, one of the first people I shared a bed with, etc, all in a totally platonic way. She was the first friend to ever come to the doctor with me and we did pregnancy tests in the toilets on the seafront once. She was the first person I ever took drugs with and the first person I ever told some of my deepest secrets to. Laura was my first real best friend, and seven years later, she's still one of my best friends.
Through Laura, I met my first proper boyfriend, James, and through him I met Leanne, Rebecca and Hannah.
Leanne is my platonic soulmate. I love her to bits. We've had a few arguments and our relationship has been pretty weird sometimes because some of those arguments have been bizarre, intense and drunken outside Somerfield at 4am when I was due to catch a train back to Manchester the next day. Nobody knows me or gets me as well as Leanne does. We are bizarrely alike - even our parents' backgrounds are similar! We share the same desires to have adventures and see the world, and Leanne is in Australia living the dream right now. I miss her a lot and I'm scared she won't come back. My mum also loves Leanne - when I moved away for university, Leanne would still go round and visit my mum. I think my mum would quite like to adopt her.
Then there's Hannah and Rebecca. Hannah used to be absolutely mental. She'd get drunk and disappear and she could be very, very selfish and she also pretended she was an idiot, which she definitely isn't. She was also incredibly sad and had really low self-esteem regarding her appearance, even though she's gorgeous. Her drunken antics and ridiculous comments were hilarious when they weren't infuriating. She's a lot better now. Rebecca is one of the most genuinely lovely people I've ever met. She came to the doctor with me when I went about depression and she's always been amazing at looking after people, even when nobody was looking after her in return. Like the rest of us, she used to like drinking a lot and generally getting in trouble, but she's nothing like that anymore. She got married to Ian, who was at college when we were, three years ago and in December 2009 they had their first child. She's an amazing mother and I think she'll continue to be. That little girl is lucky to have her as a mother. She's moving away soon too and I'm really going to miss her. Things have been really tough for her, but they seem to be on the up, and I hope it continues that way.
I have other amazing friends too, particularly the Salford bunch (Joe, Frank, etc) but these four are my best friends. We've been friends for a long time and have gone through a lot of changes together. We used to see each other once or twice a week, and I used to see Leanne even more than that (and Laura more than that when we were at college) and that obviously doesn't happen anymore as everyone has other committments, but we do try and get together fairly regularly. We like to have girly meals where we dress up and eat delicious Italian food and then go for cocktails.
I'm very sad that the group is spreading out across the world but I know that we'll stay in touch. After all, we did when we were all spread out for university. When we were in college, there was a huge group of us, and the five of us stayed together even after everyone else disappeared. I'm fairly sure these are the people that will be my friends for the rest of my life, no matter how far apart we are or how little we see each other.
After sixteen years of never having a real best friend, I now have four of them and even when everything else is rubbish, remembering that always makes me feel incredibly lucky. No matter how poor I am financially, when it comes to my friendships, I'm rich.
Wednesday, 7 April 2010
Wednesday, 25 November 2009
It's my work Christmas party tonight (yes, it is very early in the year). Whenever I've got an evening event that I want to look my best for, I like to spend the day pampering myself, so while I'm sitting here waiting for my hair to dry, I thought I'd share my routine!
First of all, get everything that needs doing out of the house, such as food shopping, out of the way. Make sure you have everything you need and you know where it is so you're not rushing about at the last minute.
Start with a face mask. I use Lush's Mask of Magnaminty. Let it dry, or leave it on for however long it says.
Next step is a nice hot bath or shower. I prefer showers, but we only have a bath here. Shampoo your hair and rinse it. Put your conditioner on, but don't rinse yet. Wash with your favourite soap or shower gel and then shave and exfoliate. I use Lush's (I like Lush) You Snap The Whip. There seems to be some debate over whether to exfoliate before or after shaving - I like to do it afterwards, because my skin never feels quite smooth post-shave and the exfoliating helps. Today, I did it before and after. Rinse your conditioner out (don't use hot water - I usually use warm water and then do a final rinse in lukewarm or cool water). When you get out, run a comb (a wide toothed comb, not a brush!) through your hair.
Eyebrows! If you're plucking them, is best to do it now while your skin is still warm and wet.
Next step is lotion. I really like scented lotion and prefer to use that and a spritz of body spray rather than perfume. I put on my lotion when I get out of the bath so I'm all moisturised, and then I put some more on just before I do my make-up to top up the scent.
You can also cleanse, tone and moisturise now, although I usually moisturise shortly before putting my make-up on because my skin dries out quickly.
At this point, you should really be relaxing in something decadent, like a silk robe, and drinking a glass of wine. I am sitting in my hairdye stained bathrobe, contemplating drinking some lemonade. Once you're dry, if you're not ready to get dressed, put something clean and comfortable on so you don't get all smelly.
You can do your nails now if you're doing them. If you're wearing fake nails, though, don't put them until you're dressed, especially if you're wearing tights or anything with fiddly bits, like necklaces or buttonholes. If you just want to paint them, though, do them now - they'll have chance to dry, and you'll be able to do another coat and any touch ups before it's time to get dressed.
Just chill for a bit until it's time to start doing your hair and make-up. I always do make-up before I get dressed, otherwise I end up with it on my clothes. If you haven't done your cleansing, toning and moisturising already, do that now.
Put some upbeat music on to dance around to and pump yourself up as you're getting ready. Do your make-up. If you're doing something drastically different with your make-up, have a trial run! Don't have your trial run on the same day unless you're doing it before your bath or shower otherwise it might be difficult to get off properly.
Do your hair/get dressed. If you're wearing something that'll mess up your hair when you put it on, get dressed first. If you're not, get dressed afterwards. I try to do most of my hair before I get dressed as my hair is very light and likes to come out a lot when I comb it, and it shows up really obviously on dark clothing.
If you're going to be up close and personal with someone, and their face is going to be near your hair (if you're getting intimate or you're just somewhere loud where they'll need to speak right into your hair), try this - put a spritz of perfume on your comb and run it through your hair. Just use a tiny bit - any more will make your hair crunchy and be overpowering.
Put a spritz of body spray or perfume on yourself, put your jewellery on, pack your party bag, and go out and enjoy yourself!
First of all, get everything that needs doing out of the house, such as food shopping, out of the way. Make sure you have everything you need and you know where it is so you're not rushing about at the last minute.
Start with a face mask. I use Lush's Mask of Magnaminty. Let it dry, or leave it on for however long it says.
Next step is a nice hot bath or shower. I prefer showers, but we only have a bath here. Shampoo your hair and rinse it. Put your conditioner on, but don't rinse yet. Wash with your favourite soap or shower gel and then shave and exfoliate. I use Lush's (I like Lush) You Snap The Whip. There seems to be some debate over whether to exfoliate before or after shaving - I like to do it afterwards, because my skin never feels quite smooth post-shave and the exfoliating helps. Today, I did it before and after. Rinse your conditioner out (don't use hot water - I usually use warm water and then do a final rinse in lukewarm or cool water). When you get out, run a comb (a wide toothed comb, not a brush!) through your hair.
Eyebrows! If you're plucking them, is best to do it now while your skin is still warm and wet.
Next step is lotion. I really like scented lotion and prefer to use that and a spritz of body spray rather than perfume. I put on my lotion when I get out of the bath so I'm all moisturised, and then I put some more on just before I do my make-up to top up the scent.
You can also cleanse, tone and moisturise now, although I usually moisturise shortly before putting my make-up on because my skin dries out quickly.
At this point, you should really be relaxing in something decadent, like a silk robe, and drinking a glass of wine. I am sitting in my hairdye stained bathrobe, contemplating drinking some lemonade. Once you're dry, if you're not ready to get dressed, put something clean and comfortable on so you don't get all smelly.
You can do your nails now if you're doing them. If you're wearing fake nails, though, don't put them until you're dressed, especially if you're wearing tights or anything with fiddly bits, like necklaces or buttonholes. If you just want to paint them, though, do them now - they'll have chance to dry, and you'll be able to do another coat and any touch ups before it's time to get dressed.
Just chill for a bit until it's time to start doing your hair and make-up. I always do make-up before I get dressed, otherwise I end up with it on my clothes. If you haven't done your cleansing, toning and moisturising already, do that now.
Put some upbeat music on to dance around to and pump yourself up as you're getting ready. Do your make-up. If you're doing something drastically different with your make-up, have a trial run! Don't have your trial run on the same day unless you're doing it before your bath or shower otherwise it might be difficult to get off properly.
Do your hair/get dressed. If you're wearing something that'll mess up your hair when you put it on, get dressed first. If you're not, get dressed afterwards. I try to do most of my hair before I get dressed as my hair is very light and likes to come out a lot when I comb it, and it shows up really obviously on dark clothing.
If you're going to be up close and personal with someone, and their face is going to be near your hair (if you're getting intimate or you're just somewhere loud where they'll need to speak right into your hair), try this - put a spritz of perfume on your comb and run it through your hair. Just use a tiny bit - any more will make your hair crunchy and be overpowering.
Put a spritz of body spray or perfume on yourself, put your jewellery on, pack your party bag, and go out and enjoy yourself!
Friday, 13 November 2009
May you have an interesting life
Some people consider the phrase 'may you have an interesting life' to be a curse.
My life hasn't been that interesting. If I wrote a book about it, I doubt anyone would read it. But I have done a few things that a lot of people haven't. I had a lot of fun once, and I was drunk a lot once and once, I did a few drugs and I did a few things that I'd regret if I did them now, but were very much worth it at the time. Like everyone else, I had my youth and I have stories. Not huge things - I have no wild foreign adventures to recount, I've never climbed a mountain or gone skydiving and I probably never will. But I have anecdotes, hundreds of funny little tales to tell, tales that shock people or make them laugh and I think, well, maybe my life hasn't been painfully dull.
But, and I think this is more in keeping with the phrase I mentioned, I've struggled. Everyone in my family has struggled. I watched a film - it wasn't a particularly deep film, just a comedy, but a character said, "it's the family curse - if we didn't have bad luck, we'd have no luck at all." This is the story of our life. Things go wrong for us. We expect things to go wrong for us. And sometimes it's hard, and sometimes it hurts. Sometimes it hurts a lot. But we're tougher for it. Every now and then, we dare to hope that it'll get better - it never does, but maybe one day it will. At least we've still got something to hope for and strive for - if everything went right, what would we do then? We'd be lost. We've cried through many nights, but we're always able to laugh in the morning, because if we couldn't, we'd have nothing at all. Life certainly is interesting when it feels like you're always trying for something, always fighting for something, always hoping and wishing for something, and always worrying over something. If I'm not worrying about something, I'm worrying that I've forgotten something that I should be worrying about!
It's not easy, but it's not easy for anyone, and tricks like this are what gets us through. We spin it. We spin everything, we try and turn it into a positive, like I did up there - it makes us tougher, it's never boring, etc. The tough times make us who we are, and I like who I am.
And while I do hope that one day things will change, if things changing means my life will be boring, then they can stay the way they are. I'm not somebody who'll do anything for a quiet life. I'm easily bored and I'm not easily satisfied. I crave adventure and if I don't have the means to have the adventures I want right now, then I'll take what I have and turn it into an adventure. You take what you can get.
It's not a curse. It's a blessing.
May you all have interesting lives.
My life hasn't been that interesting. If I wrote a book about it, I doubt anyone would read it. But I have done a few things that a lot of people haven't. I had a lot of fun once, and I was drunk a lot once and once, I did a few drugs and I did a few things that I'd regret if I did them now, but were very much worth it at the time. Like everyone else, I had my youth and I have stories. Not huge things - I have no wild foreign adventures to recount, I've never climbed a mountain or gone skydiving and I probably never will. But I have anecdotes, hundreds of funny little tales to tell, tales that shock people or make them laugh and I think, well, maybe my life hasn't been painfully dull.
But, and I think this is more in keeping with the phrase I mentioned, I've struggled. Everyone in my family has struggled. I watched a film - it wasn't a particularly deep film, just a comedy, but a character said, "it's the family curse - if we didn't have bad luck, we'd have no luck at all." This is the story of our life. Things go wrong for us. We expect things to go wrong for us. And sometimes it's hard, and sometimes it hurts. Sometimes it hurts a lot. But we're tougher for it. Every now and then, we dare to hope that it'll get better - it never does, but maybe one day it will. At least we've still got something to hope for and strive for - if everything went right, what would we do then? We'd be lost. We've cried through many nights, but we're always able to laugh in the morning, because if we couldn't, we'd have nothing at all. Life certainly is interesting when it feels like you're always trying for something, always fighting for something, always hoping and wishing for something, and always worrying over something. If I'm not worrying about something, I'm worrying that I've forgotten something that I should be worrying about!
It's not easy, but it's not easy for anyone, and tricks like this are what gets us through. We spin it. We spin everything, we try and turn it into a positive, like I did up there - it makes us tougher, it's never boring, etc. The tough times make us who we are, and I like who I am.
And while I do hope that one day things will change, if things changing means my life will be boring, then they can stay the way they are. I'm not somebody who'll do anything for a quiet life. I'm easily bored and I'm not easily satisfied. I crave adventure and if I don't have the means to have the adventures I want right now, then I'll take what I have and turn it into an adventure. You take what you can get.
It's not a curse. It's a blessing.
May you all have interesting lives.
Friday, 11 September 2009
Oh, I do like to be beside the seaside
I smell like the sea. I got my hands all dirty and I stood in the cold water until it and the sand squelched up between my toes. A boat came in and I nearly choked on the stench of fish.
It was the most refreshing experience and I am glad to be home. I am glad to live in this decaying little town, because I can walk past all the boarded up shop fronts, I can stand right on the edge of England and I can look at the sea and then I remember that all that's between me and the rest of the world is that water and whatever secrets it holds.
The town might be rotting away and the beach may be dirty, but the north sea was blue today and I am ever the optimist. It really is a beautiful world.
When I breathe in, I can still smell the sea air and I feel rejuvenated.
It was the most refreshing experience and I am glad to be home. I am glad to live in this decaying little town, because I can walk past all the boarded up shop fronts, I can stand right on the edge of England and I can look at the sea and then I remember that all that's between me and the rest of the world is that water and whatever secrets it holds.
The town might be rotting away and the beach may be dirty, but the north sea was blue today and I am ever the optimist. It really is a beautiful world.
When I breathe in, I can still smell the sea air and I feel rejuvenated.
Sunday, 16 August 2009
These are a few of my favourite things!
Well, they're not, but they are a few of my favourite songs, as promised.
First, just the top 3 favourites:
There are a lot of covers of this song. Wikipedia tells me it's been covered by almost two hundred artists. Even Leonard Cohen has more than one version!
The only one that comes close to the original is Jeff Buckley's, which is quite possibly the most famous cover. I still much prefer Cohen's. 'Hallelujah' has 15 verses - most, if not all, versions only use some of them. My favourite, Cohen's original version from 1984, uses four and seems more reverential than later versions, which are more clearly love songs.
I feel a bit sorry for Leonard Cohen when it comes to this song. Most people associate it with Jeff Buckley - Cohen's version only really got much attention last December, when it charted, after the winner of X Factor, Alexandra Burke, recorded a version of it, as well. When she released her version, there was a push to get Jeff Buckley's version to number 1 in time for Christmas. It didn't happen - Alexandra Burke's reached number 1, Jeff Buckley's reached number 2. Leonard Cohen's reached number 36. 36! Come on! Why was there not a push to get his version to number 1? It's his song, people! It's his song, and he's still alive to appreciate it!
Anyway, moving on...
This is one of my absolute favourites and is tied with 'Hallelujah' for my favourite song of all time. I don't have much to say about it. I just love it.
Art Garfunkel gets a bit overshadowed by Paul Simon, doesn't he? I've heard Art's a bit of a dick, but that doesn't matter - this song is beautiful, and it's got nothing to do with Paul Simon. It's a bit creepy, this song. I don't know if that's related to the fact that it's impossible to entirely separate it from Watership Down, which is a very creepy film, or if it'd be creepy even without the link to the film. This is one of very few songs that I can listen to over and over again without getting sick of it. Again, I don't really have much to say about it. I just like it.
So, those are my top three.
And now, the runners up.
My two runners up are here because when I'm miserable and need something that makes me think 'it'll be okay', it's these songs I listen to. So, runners up are:
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In other news, I spent this weekend with my best friend, which was good. She's taken loads of my stuff home for me, the papers are signed and everything and I'll be leaving at the end of the month. We entertained ourselves by dressing like it was 1984 (see my profile picture), wearing a lot of glowsticks and dancing in my kitchen window. It's really easy to see in these windows from the houses across the...path, so we thought we'd entertain people while they did their washing up.
First, just the top 3 favourites:
There are a lot of covers of this song. Wikipedia tells me it's been covered by almost two hundred artists. Even Leonard Cohen has more than one version!
The only one that comes close to the original is Jeff Buckley's, which is quite possibly the most famous cover. I still much prefer Cohen's. 'Hallelujah' has 15 verses - most, if not all, versions only use some of them. My favourite, Cohen's original version from 1984, uses four and seems more reverential than later versions, which are more clearly love songs.
I feel a bit sorry for Leonard Cohen when it comes to this song. Most people associate it with Jeff Buckley - Cohen's version only really got much attention last December, when it charted, after the winner of X Factor, Alexandra Burke, recorded a version of it, as well. When she released her version, there was a push to get Jeff Buckley's version to number 1 in time for Christmas. It didn't happen - Alexandra Burke's reached number 1, Jeff Buckley's reached number 2. Leonard Cohen's reached number 36. 36! Come on! Why was there not a push to get his version to number 1? It's his song, people! It's his song, and he's still alive to appreciate it!
Anyway, moving on...
This is one of my absolute favourites and is tied with 'Hallelujah' for my favourite song of all time. I don't have much to say about it. I just love it.
Art Garfunkel gets a bit overshadowed by Paul Simon, doesn't he? I've heard Art's a bit of a dick, but that doesn't matter - this song is beautiful, and it's got nothing to do with Paul Simon. It's a bit creepy, this song. I don't know if that's related to the fact that it's impossible to entirely separate it from Watership Down, which is a very creepy film, or if it'd be creepy even without the link to the film. This is one of very few songs that I can listen to over and over again without getting sick of it. Again, I don't really have much to say about it. I just like it.
So, those are my top three.
And now, the runners up.
My two runners up are here because when I'm miserable and need something that makes me think 'it'll be okay', it's these songs I listen to. So, runners up are:
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In other news, I spent this weekend with my best friend, which was good. She's taken loads of my stuff home for me, the papers are signed and everything and I'll be leaving at the end of the month. We entertained ourselves by dressing like it was 1984 (see my profile picture), wearing a lot of glowsticks and dancing in my kitchen window. It's really easy to see in these windows from the houses across the...path, so we thought we'd entertain people while they did their washing up.
Thursday, 13 August 2009
A sad state of affairs
I posted a link to http://www.givesmehope.com/ on my Facebook today. It's a lovely website - I actually cried reading some of the stories. One of my friends left a comment saying "pass me the sick bucket!"
Isn't that sad? We all laugh at sites like FML, we all like hearing about bad things that happen to other people, but we can't appreciate the good things? There are stories on GMH about little kids doing amazing things for charities, about people who were given a month to live and are still alive a decade later and all you can say is 'pass me the sick bucket'? Are we really that malicious that we can laugh at the awful things that happen to people, but we can't even smile when someone does something that means the world to someone else? I even like reading the little things, like the people who pay for the coffee for the person behind them. It makes me happy to know that there are kind people, and there are people who appreciate that kindness. It makes me happy to know that the world isn't all doom and gloom, and good things DO happen.
But it makes me angry to realise that there are people who are so opposed to being a little sentimental, people who can't even let other people have a little optimism once in a while.
On a more positive note, I'd like to share with you one of my favourite poems. I was going to do either 'favourite songs' or 'songs I'd like at my funeral' the other day, but I'll do that another time.
This is a well-known one, and you'll probably at least be familiar with the first line.
Desiderata
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
-- Max Ehrmann
Isn't that sad? We all laugh at sites like FML, we all like hearing about bad things that happen to other people, but we can't appreciate the good things? There are stories on GMH about little kids doing amazing things for charities, about people who were given a month to live and are still alive a decade later and all you can say is 'pass me the sick bucket'? Are we really that malicious that we can laugh at the awful things that happen to people, but we can't even smile when someone does something that means the world to someone else? I even like reading the little things, like the people who pay for the coffee for the person behind them. It makes me happy to know that there are kind people, and there are people who appreciate that kindness. It makes me happy to know that the world isn't all doom and gloom, and good things DO happen.
But it makes me angry to realise that there are people who are so opposed to being a little sentimental, people who can't even let other people have a little optimism once in a while.
On a more positive note, I'd like to share with you one of my favourite poems. I was going to do either 'favourite songs' or 'songs I'd like at my funeral' the other day, but I'll do that another time.
This is a well-known one, and you'll probably at least be familiar with the first line.
Desiderata
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
-- Max Ehrmann
Sunday, 9 August 2009
Oh, make me over...
Two people told me I looked like Courtney Love last night. I didn't even have any makeup on except a tiny bit of lipgloss. If it was 1991, I might've taken it a a compliment, but unfortunately it's not.
I had a guy come to view the flat today and it was quite possibly the most bizarre experience I've ever had in my life. I hope he takes it, though. If he doesn't, Frank says he will. I just need to figure out how to move all my stuff, now.
I had a guy come to view the flat today and it was quite possibly the most bizarre experience I've ever had in my life. I hope he takes it, though. If he doesn't, Frank says he will. I just need to figure out how to move all my stuff, now.
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