Monday
wake up in the morning feelin like winehouse.
BEAST of a weekend. went out on fri, as per, and spent sat at work resembling the living dead. memory loss is becoming more common, i think its in part to our old buddy smirnoff. vodka does actually send me nuts. yeah so woke up in unusual circumstances on sat, and had to resort to using airwick as febreeze as literally could not function to put together new clothing combo. it was not a good experience for me.
last night went to see harry potter finally, but the highlight of the event was a man tripping down the stairs. i'm so mature. i also engaged in some light banter with the underage server, Joey, making innuendos about hot sauce.
i think i'm having a certain variety of crisis. all i can think about is dying my hair pastel pink and reinstating my lip-ring. its 2004 all over again. x
last night went to see harry potter finally, but the highlight of the event was a man tripping down the stairs. i'm so mature. i also engaged in some light banter with the underage server, Joey, making innuendos about hot sauce.
i think i'm having a certain variety of crisis. all i can think about is dying my hair pastel pink and reinstating my lip-ring. its 2004 all over again. x
Tuesday
Sunday
hands on the wheel
have somehow returned back to the same stepping stone as 4 months ago. last week managed to go from constant rave to veering out of control, and am now self medicating with wine and valium, which numbs some of the issues but not all and so the night terrors have returned. don't mean to shut people out, but its easier. sorry. x
Thursday
the adventures of mini-jen
going to start a sister blog detailing the life and loves of my fanjina aka mini-jen. shes a temperamental, unique being and demands alot of my time.
dangerous and frankly awful situations shes got me into include sneaking males into the house whilst my parents slept in the next room and an unfortunate incident with a trampoline which resulted in a hospital visit. mini-jen, or MJ, is currently having a nap but she'll be around later to dispense wisdom and truth. x
dangerous and frankly awful situations shes got me into include sneaking males into the house whilst my parents slept in the next room and an unfortunate incident with a trampoline which resulted in a hospital visit. mini-jen, or MJ, is currently having a nap but she'll be around later to dispense wisdom and truth. x
do the twist.
right i realise your all probs fed up of this continous theme in my blogging, but am very hungover. and by very i mean i am close to death. send some variety of care package please. went to the local armpit DnE, and was pretty much hammered when got there, ate copious amounts of face, fell off the stage and pulled my double chin out repeatedly. so yeah.......interesting.
i'm so bruised :( but on the plus side i just found a jelly bean. x
i'm so bruised :( but on the plus side i just found a jelly bean. x
Wednesday
Tuesday
your highness.
yeah so kate and prince wills are engaged. bet mommy dearest loves that, having groomed the entire middleton clan to resemble a family which would not be out of place in jilly cooper land, uptight but scandal logged. Kate no doubt saw the heir a mile off before they'd even be formally introduced, sniffing out the potential to do fuck all for the next 60 years and hatched the plot to sink her glossy talons into the balding, less attractive son of Princess Di (although to be fair, Harry is only better looking because he has no actual DNA links with Charlie).
the big hoopla is because vanilla face has secured diana's engagement ring, all £28,000 worth of it. and can i just say, that has to be the fugliest ring i've ever seen. i'd have rather had a range rover sport.
diana ain't happy.
http://twitter.com/dianainheaven
apparently they'll wed next year. i'm going to wear white and take james hewitt as my plus one, see how that goes down with the unfortunate looking germans. x
the big hoopla is because vanilla face has secured diana's engagement ring, all £28,000 worth of it. and can i just say, that has to be the fugliest ring i've ever seen. i'd have rather had a range rover sport.
diana ain't happy.
http://twitter.com/dianainheaven
apparently they'll wed next year. i'm going to wear white and take james hewitt as my plus one, see how that goes down with the unfortunate looking germans. x
lewd behaviour william? oh ur just like ur mother! all you need to do now is manipulate the press and wear alot of pastel tones.
awful. just awful.
i'm so hungover i wish i was dead. no exaggeration there. crawled into bed about 6ish, having had a delicious evening full of wannabe breakdancing, tequilla and ridiculing others amourous decisions. just had a bath to try and wash away the sin, which felt hugely decadent at this time of day, but fear will have to be hosed down by industrial cleaners. would write more but i'm currently seeing multiple laptop screens. x
ALSO, J, I LOVE U! know you're having a tough time but remember if you ever feel gash, we've always got the stress boobs and chat roulette.
ALSO, J, I LOVE U! know you're having a tough time but remember if you ever feel gash, we've always got the stress boobs and chat roulette.
Friday
fight for my right.
i'm literally dying to go out and dance. its 11 mins past midnight, virtually the birth of the evening, and everyone is either too hungover, asleep or broke to go out. ARRGHHHH. my guinea pigs need vitamin c to live and similarly i need the exchange of sexual tension and mild body fluids across a sticky dancefloor.
i can imagine all those smug bastards in my personal mecca, le disco, having the time of their tiny lives whilst i sit in, stuffing peanut m&m's down my chops dying to be in their place. WAAA. all those i usually nudge in such times of need have let me down. fat whores.
went to see the 'winter wonderland' in town. i was not in wonder. the lesbigay police bird said fireworks were cancelled due to wind as was the giant ferris wheel service, the love of my life (for this week) didn't come out, and the weather is literally a wizard of oz tornado sitch. the lights did look cute though, in a victorian fairytale way. at least all the bulbs are white, where i'm from xmas decorations switch on equals jeremy kyle components hashing out their beef in the street, multiple fathered off-spring in tow, illuminated by robotic dr.zeus vomit, which only half works. rudolphs rear end may be galloping across the evening sky but blitzer and fritzl have shattered his front legs.
only plus is i'm rather excited for haye v. harrison fight on sat. 'Quinn, you like boxing?' i hear you cry. erm, two attractive chaps smashing the life out of each other (in a non-gay way), of course i like boxing!
btw, telling me i should have gone out last night helps NO-ONE. NO-ONE. take note, A
I have a 9am lecture, but no intention of sleeping for some time. all this energy...whats a girl to do?! x
i can imagine all those smug bastards in my personal mecca, le disco, having the time of their tiny lives whilst i sit in, stuffing peanut m&m's down my chops dying to be in their place. WAAA. all those i usually nudge in such times of need have let me down. fat whores.
went to see the 'winter wonderland' in town. i was not in wonder. the lesbigay police bird said fireworks were cancelled due to wind as was the giant ferris wheel service, the love of my life (for this week) didn't come out, and the weather is literally a wizard of oz tornado sitch. the lights did look cute though, in a victorian fairytale way. at least all the bulbs are white, where i'm from xmas decorations switch on equals jeremy kyle components hashing out their beef in the street, multiple fathered off-spring in tow, illuminated by robotic dr.zeus vomit, which only half works. rudolphs rear end may be galloping across the evening sky but blitzer and fritzl have shattered his front legs.
only plus is i'm rather excited for haye v. harrison fight on sat. 'Quinn, you like boxing?' i hear you cry. erm, two attractive chaps smashing the life out of each other (in a non-gay way), of course i like boxing!
btw, telling me i should have gone out last night helps NO-ONE. NO-ONE. take note, A
I have a 9am lecture, but no intention of sleeping for some time. all this energy...whats a girl to do?! x
Tuesday
oh dear ring the rspca. plus the nspcc. maybe even the rspb. defo the ymca.
N, my housemate, has just informed me she would name her shetland pony Tubbs, then talking it a step too far, implied the name may be practical for her offspring also....poor bastards. x
fingers crossed.
re-reading this gem in the hope a millionaire will drop out the sky and deem me lustrous enough for tiffany....stranger things have happened x
wish list.
oi fags, these are on my xmas list, and failure to provide will result in a hostage sitch Raoul Moat styley. x
disney couture interlocking bangles, £49, ASOS.
Faux ostrich frame bag, £32, ASOS.
josh homme, hottest man in the world, priceless, Hollywood. drooool <3
what is it about ginger bastards? male crack.
Monday
another day, another disease.
i seem to blog most when i'm infected by the spores of green gunge and misery from well-wishers NO I DON'T WANT A FUCKING FRUIT CAKE NANA JUST STOP COUGHING ON ME. so yeah, here we are once more, me with too much time on my hands coupled with the inability to leave this skank pit and u wishing u'd never made eye contact with my fine self at that god awful house party/ disabled toilet/police line-up that led to the burden of this friendship...etc etc blah blah.
i fear that i have nothing new to tell you...a minor grasp of tawdry dogs sniffed some interest around yours truly, but in traditional terms i pushed them towards other prospects, still hugely uninterested by any male who does not fulfil every aspect of the 'hit list'...josh homme, ur still the only love in my life!
due to this weakened state, i've begun watching all the tv programmes i favoured during my jaded youth, such as eerie indiana YYAAAYY! dawsons creek and my current fave young americans, ten points if you watched the latter. my slave A came over last night, and i've been thinking about constructing some variety of bell aparatus that links her chamber to mine so she can scurry across the diagon alley linking our houses at anytime of the day (or night) to tend to my needs. its necessary, i'm sure she wouldn't mind. i mean, i am the centre of her life, and in the misty dawns as she dressses, no doubt she gazes upon the folds of polyester and plaid to think 'what would QUINN wear?'
began planning the nye party of the century (well of my road), so far the decorations consist of fairy lights...and balloons. if i want it to be featured in the harpers society pages, i need to step the game up. a sleb could be a good way to go....yes, why didn't i think of this sooner? now, dear readers, as you know i lead an exciting life so patrons of the arts and stage are at my beck and call. prepared to be amazed by this tale... ROY FROM CORRIE CAME ROUND MY HOUSE FOR TEA WHEN I WAS 8.....! i know right? truth be told, i was unimpressed at the time, mostly due to us having some sausage based tea and the decision was made, without my written consent, to give the tranny lover 3 pork fingers whilst i, a poor , starving (slightly overweight) child was given only 1... ABUSE. but no doubt, he'd love to come to the party of the screaming brat who may or may not have said I DON'T CARE WHO HE IS I WANT MY SAUSAGES to him....hmmm.
the more pressing matter is, what the jeff am i going to wear. i'm not pulling, it would be a bit trash at my own partay, so i need not worry about minor flags like the tights v. no tights debate ALWAYS TIGHTS, I HAVE SHOCKING LEGS, YUCK. now do i go retro, classic, current high street, abstract... guys just get to put a shirt and bit of deo on and they're done (my sweet gays u no i'm not talking about u, u make more effort than Cher and i love you for it x) a possible option is one of those tunic-y dresses with sheer sleeves and beaded cuffs...but its quite safe no? i've lost a tiny bit of weight, but i'm nowhere near comfortable in spandex, so i may have to return the leopard catsuit...maybe.
watched shallow hal last night. its not the best is it? the farrelly brothers can do alot better even though it had mainstream success. me, myself and irene now is far superior, when he first turns into hank?! haaaa.
i don't wanna get too preachy and attempt to make 'a point', i loathe writers who trial such tactics, but SH has multiple points of truth in though, for all women, and every girl who watched it sees a little of themselves in it i think, maybe i just feels it applies more to me. x
Rosemary to Hal: Look, I know what I am and I know what I'm not. I'm the girl who, you know, gets really good grades and who's not afraid to be funny. And I'm the girl who has a lot of friends who are boys and no boyfriends. I'm not beautiful, ok, and I never will be. And I'm fine with that. But when you go around saying I'm something that I'm not, it's just, it's just not nice.
i fear that i have nothing new to tell you...a minor grasp of tawdry dogs sniffed some interest around yours truly, but in traditional terms i pushed them towards other prospects, still hugely uninterested by any male who does not fulfil every aspect of the 'hit list'...josh homme, ur still the only love in my life!
due to this weakened state, i've begun watching all the tv programmes i favoured during my jaded youth, such as eerie indiana YYAAAYY! dawsons creek and my current fave young americans, ten points if you watched the latter. my slave A came over last night, and i've been thinking about constructing some variety of bell aparatus that links her chamber to mine so she can scurry across the diagon alley linking our houses at anytime of the day (or night) to tend to my needs. its necessary, i'm sure she wouldn't mind. i mean, i am the centre of her life, and in the misty dawns as she dressses, no doubt she gazes upon the folds of polyester and plaid to think 'what would QUINN wear?'
began planning the nye party of the century (well of my road), so far the decorations consist of fairy lights...and balloons. if i want it to be featured in the harpers society pages, i need to step the game up. a sleb could be a good way to go....yes, why didn't i think of this sooner? now, dear readers, as you know i lead an exciting life so patrons of the arts and stage are at my beck and call. prepared to be amazed by this tale... ROY FROM CORRIE CAME ROUND MY HOUSE FOR TEA WHEN I WAS 8.....! i know right? truth be told, i was unimpressed at the time, mostly due to us having some sausage based tea and the decision was made, without my written consent, to give the tranny lover 3 pork fingers whilst i, a poor , starving (slightly overweight) child was given only 1... ABUSE. but no doubt, he'd love to come to the party of the screaming brat who may or may not have said I DON'T CARE WHO HE IS I WANT MY SAUSAGES to him....hmmm.
the more pressing matter is, what the jeff am i going to wear. i'm not pulling, it would be a bit trash at my own partay, so i need not worry about minor flags like the tights v. no tights debate ALWAYS TIGHTS, I HAVE SHOCKING LEGS, YUCK. now do i go retro, classic, current high street, abstract... guys just get to put a shirt and bit of deo on and they're done (my sweet gays u no i'm not talking about u, u make more effort than Cher and i love you for it x) a possible option is one of those tunic-y dresses with sheer sleeves and beaded cuffs...but its quite safe no? i've lost a tiny bit of weight, but i'm nowhere near comfortable in spandex, so i may have to return the leopard catsuit...maybe.
watched shallow hal last night. its not the best is it? the farrelly brothers can do alot better even though it had mainstream success. me, myself and irene now is far superior, when he first turns into hank?! haaaa.
i don't wanna get too preachy and attempt to make 'a point', i loathe writers who trial such tactics, but SH has multiple points of truth in though, for all women, and every girl who watched it sees a little of themselves in it i think, maybe i just feels it applies more to me. x
Rosemary to Hal: Look, I know what I am and I know what I'm not. I'm the girl who, you know, gets really good grades and who's not afraid to be funny. And I'm the girl who has a lot of friends who are boys and no boyfriends. I'm not beautiful, ok, and I never will be. And I'm fine with that. But when you go around saying I'm something that I'm not, it's just, it's just not nice.
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