When your only friends are hotel rooms.

I think this is the last time I am going to be able to post before I go away, so wanted to take the opportunity to say thank you for the amazing support so far on this new crazy brainvomit idea and also to say a huge thank you for just being so awesome. I really appreciate the way you guys were able to look beyond whatever I managed to fuck up in the past and just be willing to let me in again.

As the day I walk onto that plane draws nearer, it's weird that I am feeling this way. I should be jumping out of my skin in excitement, and I am sure that feeling will come, but for right now, everything just makes me think about how lucky I am to have people that care for me and wish me well and how much I truly do love them. They're not my family by blood, but surely my family by heart. And sometimes that means so much fucking more.

So to you guys, I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart). And for that, no matter where my travels may take me, good or bad, I know I won't be alone.

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows...

Cordrazine.

I don't know if anyone else knows this band, but I love them. LOVE them. Granted, they haven't released an album in 13 years, but apparently they have reunited and this is their new album...



It isn't even out for a couple of months, but I pre-ordered the CD last night and got an instant download of the whole album, so go figure. But since I got it, I honestly haven't stopped listening to it. It's slow and moody, but sometimes I like slow and moody. Plus, it's extremely beautiful.

Somewhere We Can be Alone.

Taken this down and going to post on LJ eventually.

Sorry, just want to keep it seperate. <3

Things you can't unsee.

Warning: Not nice.

Sometimes in life, things happen. You see things you were never meant to see... things no-one is ever meant to see. Things you can't unsee. When something like this happens, the shock and disbelief are instant and you are left wondering where to turn.

Today I went to the shopping mall with my friend and was looking forward to an afternoon of window shopping and catching up. At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Too busy wrapped in our own conversation, I had no warning of the impending "thing you can't unsee". It was the smell that hit us first, and for a spilt second I was at a loss, wondering from whence the foul smell came.

Then I saw it. The thing you can't unsee.

Get better.

Get better, TanTan Tannikins! Thinking of you! xoxox

Dial 1-900-Mix-A-Lot.

I just realised I should have made my previous post title read... Look at her butt. Because then my blog archive would read... Oh. My. God. Becky. Look at her butt.

(She looks like one of those rap guys' girlfriends. But, you know, who understands those rap guys?)

Grand Larceny.

Okay, so here is my reality. 1) I am going on holidays. 2) I need money for said holiday-making.

So today I go to the bank to see if there is a form I can fill out or something to give me a short break from my house repayments. And their professional response was? Just don't pay, take the money and let us chase you for it when you get back.

No wonder the global economy is shit.

We take to get along, we're holding on, we're holding on...

Becky.

Years ago, LJ and I adopted a monkey. We called it Becky. We loved Becky. It lived on my myspace and happily hung around all day until I unfortunately stopped visiting it. Today, I decided I am kidnapping it and giving it a new home here. You can make it swing from branch to branch or feed it if you like. Bananas are its favourite.

Oh. My. God.

Possibly the only thing better on a food scale than a Krispy Kreme donut is a FREE Krispy Kreme donut. Especially one that is covered in chocolate icing, filled with cream and has a Jaffa on top.

So what if I am going to a wedding soon and have to wear a tight dress?

Oh. My. God. So, so good.

The Edge of Love.

Dearest Jared Leto,

Why oh why, do you make it so hard for me to love you? I do though, Jared, despite all your efforts to run me off. Maybe it’s because you are superhot, maybe it’s because you're a terrific actor, maybe it's because of 30 Seconds to Mars, which I love, love, LOVE...I think you get the idea.



Did I mention you were hot? You, fine sir, are C.R.A.Z.Y.H.O.T.



Plus, you’re a friend to the animals...

But despite your many numerous talents and a freakish ability to never age (is your middle name Dorian?), you still find it necessary to keep breaking my heart. You were easily the best thing in Alexander (well, you and Rosario) and your homoerotic, longing stares made even the prospect of Colin Farrell look good.

But then you go and do this...

"He makes me feel like a lesbian"

This post is for Krank... you know that conversation we had a few weeks back? Well, this is the photo that I was thinking of the whole time! :)

Meh.

And just because I want to get rid of all the negativity surrounding that last post, here's a pic of my two favourite boys.

Old school.

Just looking at them in all their adorableness calms me down...

This blog needs more pics, methinks.

God hates Westboro.

Okay, so I don't believe in God, so I can't actually claim he hates the Westboro Baptist Church, but I fail to see how any God could condone the kind of ignorant, hateful and hurtful message this church adheres to.