Oh to live under a rock...

Do you ever feel like some days not only should you not get out of bed but you certainly shouldn’t talk. When nothing you say comes out right and only seems to make things worse then they already are.

Usually on these kind of days, hiding under a rock seems like a better alternative to work, family, friends… life really.

No matter what your good intentions, sometimes things just go wrong. And you can’t do anything about it. No amount of wishing and hoping and trying can make things better.

I hate it when people I love are hurting and I can’t fix it.

Eat my Fuck

My good friend chicken is having a party tonight to celebrate the milestone of her making it to 32 whole years. Its being held at the Hard Rock and everyone has been given a rock star to dress up as.

I am being forced to dress as Courtney Love.

I am going to attempt to dress like this: -

I got out my paints last night and made a beautiful "Eat myFuck" singlet. I decided to go for a slightly longer and larger singlet so that the other punters in the Hard Rock don't have to look at my minge. Nice.

Will post pic's tomorrow so you can see just how trashy I can be!


In other news I watched the Butterfly effect last night with my friend Sarah. What a cool film! We lost the plot a few times though as we were distracted by the extreme gorgeousness of Ashton Kulcher. It was also very fitting because I have been having an odd week for thinking, what with a family friend being very very sick and all kinds of horrid wierd accidents going on around the city. A film based around chaos theory was an interesting watch. Chance is a funny monster.