I've been so sick its not funny.

Got all dressed this morning to go for technique class. One foot out the door, and I realised the sneezing isn't going to stop anytime soon. Out of the stretchy pants and into bed. Three blinks and I was GONE.

Anyways after having about as much energy in me as a limp goose AND working my infected arse off I'm finally free. Well kinda. Yes I realise it is a Saturday night. And yes I realise I'm home, and alone. But sweet lord does it feel fantastic to have nothing on my agenda for once!!

Suddenly pottering around my room, planning to spring clean then deciding "NAAAH...", and then doing whatever the hell my liberated heart fancies is   the most fucking awesome feeling   ever.

I've got the yellow down lights. ( I LOOOOOOOVE low lights!)   and old swing jazz on the radio.

I'm gonna go dig around the kitchen for food.

But I see my bed and the messed up pillows and I think I'm going to have a roll-around session first.

now if only Mr Kiedis were here . . . hehheh

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Anyways Karen,
                                    just cos I miss you so =)

speccies

we desperately gotta trim our brows babe

SORRY BOOS

People . .  sorry I haven't been able to comment on any of your sites for the longest time. Can't open xanga sites. Only xanga. I do read your posts through my subscription list in the mail. I do. And yes mine takes   f  o  r  e  v  e  r   to load too.

Bloody hell.

Considering moving to blogspot or LJ. What do you think?

Sure I'll try

But do I really want this,

all over again?

The ego's aching for it

The brain's saying no

But what happened to following your heart?

Maybe we learnt

Maybe we left our dreams to break down

But we hope

And we'll see