Aug. 26th, 2005

girlofprey: (I do not aim)
Attempted to go to work at the museum today. An hour and a half later than usual. After missing a day yesterday. What? I'm a volunteer, I have no 'hours'! But the owner made vague noises about next Friday, so I was all '...okay' and left. Day off, woo-hoo!

I took my shoes back to Dorothy Perkins, after calling them this morning and saying something along the lines of 'SHOES, bitch'. While I was there I saw far too many other lovely shoes. Including black knee-high high-heeled lace-up boots. Very sex-headmistress. I covet them. But I am saving for uni, dammit!

My Empire magazine tells me the new issue is out today, but Tesco still had the old one. And WH Smith were just pretending Empire magazines didn't exist. Growl to them, yes.

In Emmerdale news, Matthew and Carl King continue to have epic amounts of hot gay brothersex. And now Matthew's going to be even harder on him, for being 'the good one', yes.

My father and sister are arguing again. Lovely. I am waiting to see if mum will come see a film with me at 9.15, but I am not holding out huge amounts of hope. Sigh.

And thank you to the lovely people who love me anonymously! That sounds a bit weird and 'sex hotline'-ish, but I mean it in a good way. My paranoia is trying to convince that it is just one of my 'flist commenting in a variety of writing styles, but I believe it not. You are lovely and I glove you. Yes ::hearts and flowers::
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