I am a 25 year old butcheyfemme queer with rubbish on my mind and sparkles everywhere else
I'm still getting flashbacks of side stepping on the dance floor like a self conscious pre pubescent teenager. How cool am I? About as cool as ring sting.
Anyway, this week has been mostly about trying to shake the mega massive hangover from Friday night and living off 40p, cup a soup and Lil Red love. It's not all bad.
And so I go 'ring and reserve' my fabulous pink mini i-pod. No more skipping CDs as I power my ass to work! How fully fabulous? I'm thinking very.
Britney's 'Do something'. Yeah baby.
Mylo - Destroy rock n roll, kicking my bubble butt.
Refraining from high-kicking at gatherings where my fellow high-kickers are not present. Yay I have willpower.
Walking to work in the morning, strangely satisfying.
My hair behaving itself, about time.
The obscene pink Luis Vuitton interior of Britney's jeep. Doubt it.
No party this weekend due to Lil Red working a full 9 days in a row. Double doubt it.
The amount of butches in this month's Diva magazine, hello girls with hair exist too. Double doubt it with chins.
Numb Arse syndrome, get off it fatso.
Not blogging enough, sort it out Feely Up Fee.
1/28/2005 01:50:00 PM
Anyway, as it's lunchtime I really do need to get off my sweaty behind and get some air so I'm ready to face the afternoon, all three hours of it. Ah life as an Office Nerd is so so good.
Snapping out of crap sleeping phase. I have eyes again.
Drew Barrymore, twit twoo.
Neon plasters, all the rage in Fee world
My Lil Red driving, hot hot hot
New O.C coming very soon despite a lack of proper hotties
My broken phone, clumsy does it again
Desperate Housewives being on too late for The Fee, don't even dare tell me how good it is...
The 400 builders that have taken up residence across from our flat
My lost Britney CD... if you stole it at new year, now is the time to admit it...
The way oatcakes stick to your teeth for hours
1/18/2005 01:34:00 PM
And so I go trip over my mega bags which are as sightly as a decayed turd.
Lil Red's (and mine!) new car, the lesbos are mobile at last
The red and black party we went to last Saturday
Walnuts, totally underappreciated
The Gay Bar on Saturday night, yawn
My sheer sleepiness
Soft oatcakes, tastes like bad porridge
My baggy glasses, time for a new pair
1/14/2005 01:45:00 PM
I had a fully fabulous time, of course winning every high kick competition going and dancing like a popper fuelled fanny (without the 8 month old liquid gold however) but as soon as 3 o clock hit, Hyper Fee became Very Ill Vomitting Tar Fee. I passed out in our toilet for about two hours and that is when I awoke to the stink of piddle on my face. Did a man pee over me while I was vomitting? It was definlety man pee, don't ask how I know, I just do. Whatever happened, the smell of Jack Daniels tinged urine has only just left me, though if I breath sharply in through my nostrils I swear I still get a whiff.
I have to say that despite my severe debilitating puking which left me unable to move or eat for days (of course being that I am the Queen of Exaggeration you'll understand that this means one day), this was without a doubt my best new year. I got to kiss my girl at new year (see 2002's new year entry to undertand my issue) and all but one of my best friends were there to share in the festivities and vodka and twatty dancing. The hangover was well and truly worth it, though I would like to thank the skanky lesbos (you so> know who you are) for distributing their finest dykey germs my way because now I'm so close to having the flu it hurts.
And so I go slurp on asparagus soap like an over eager lesbo with a runny nose. Nice.
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