I'm sure I had stuff to say, I just don't remember what...

But, on Tuesday, I went to the cinema with Prettyboy, and, whilst in the queue, he saw someone who he apparently went to school with. I'd never met this person in my life, but he decided that my rear end was up for grabs. So that's exactly what he did. I can't say I'm used to people wanting to be within a mile of that area (except for year 9 when someone thought it'd be really funny to feel up my butt and rub against me in front of a class of people. Oh yes, it was hilarious!), so, uh, yeah, I was wandering round all night in over-dramatic shock.

Yesterday we ventured to the pub up the road with Anthony (who's incidentally doing OK now), and Alex. They kicked our butts at pool before walking off to gamble and find hookers.

I'm going to rocky twice, as I'm now dragging Tim, Tarly, Jo and Amy along when it comes to MK.

My parents went to the London-Brighton Smart rally and were photographed repeatedly by a car magazine

I love Chicago

I'm going to Leeds soon, to work, which sucks butt as it would've been nice to meet up with Stinky Pete

Then I'm off to conference, though I still haven't worked out how to explain the whole "oh yeah, my boyfriend'll be there too" thing to mum and dad

I'll then be inflicting myself on Laura for a week, but trying to run away from Soots at the same time (it's not my fault, I have allergies!)

Speaking of which, I'm allergic to Tim. When trying to work out with mum what exactly it is I'm allergic to, she said, incredibly eloquently "Were you two snoggin'?"

I loathe that word ^^^ with a passion. It's so... teenagery. It lacks romance, passion, lust or prettiness. All it has it... nothingness.

The dog went into a jealous rage yesterday so I had to clean up his oui oui from my parents carpet and bedspread, while Tim played with the mini rake

Rakes! Which means nothing to anyone but Jam, Eleanorabone and my dirty minded self

I found the number plate "Tiny W" incredibly amusing

The same goes for mum saying she wasn't going to give Anthony piles. She was actually talking about the dinner.

I talk a lot of shit for someone who never says anything ("Save the Last Dance", la la la)

The sky looks pretty.