December 2011
God I always giggle when Pavarotti dies. I know it should not be funny, but I’m sorry, that scene where he falls down with a thump. It’s hysterical.
It is funny though. He’s just tweeting away and then suddenly falls over sideways. It’s ridiculous.
I’d never had a problem with the way I looked till people told me I should but now I realise that I’m fine with it again.
I think everyone with a self image problem should stop and think, not about whether they deem themselves to be attractive or not but why it really matters.
lord-of-the-ringo replied to your post: lord-of-the-ringo replied to your post: How hard…
what if I mailed you cake. LEMON CAKE, PERHAPS?
That would make me very happy. In fact just the thought did make me smile. Thank you Kimberley!
lord-of-the-ringo replied to your post: How hard would it be for you to see that I’ve…
HI XANTHEEE
Hi Kimberly, sorry I’m not in the mood for enthusiasm right now. If you could find a way to get my stupid best friend to pick up her phone that might change.
How hard would it be for you to see that I’ve tried calling you about 20 times, texted you about 7, e-mailed you twice and deduce ‘ah, Xanthe urgently needs to talk to me’ and maybe fucking call me back ONCE.
*turns serious Xanthe off again for a bit*
Hey Astrid! I think your slogan should be; if you can’t stand the heat stay out of the kitchen.
And you should punctuate it by brandishing a knife.
And a spoon.
To imply a softer more mysterious side.
Spoons are very soft and mysterious.
Dear Astrid,
oh my god i love you so much Xanthe
*sending you awkward hugs because i’m awkward*
Good. I want you to know no matter how many friends you manage to lose you can’t get rid of me. You can call me every name under the sun and I’ll never say “I don’t want to be your friend anymore”. You can totally take me for granted and abuse your power it won’t make a difference.
I am always team Astrid. Because your overall brilliance is worth so much more than your slightly crazy dark-side.
Your my John Lennon in much more than just a sentimental way. I’m your Paul McCartney as in; a lovable idiot with a hidden intelligent bitchy side I bring out specially for you and plans for a lot of films in almost as much a non-sensical mess as that MMT plan. And you’re my John Lennon as in a bloody genius with a bit of a temper who doesn’t waste their time on people who don’t deserve it and maybe not everyone gets that but the people who do respect it.
If you’re miserable it’s because you have to be. That’s the burden of being clever and interesting, you can’t expect to be happy too; not without working for it. But there are some depressions you just fall into and you have to accept and wait it out and their are others you can fight your way out of, you can refuse to let take you down. Make it one of those.
x
Dear Astrid,
Seem to have used up over 50% of the memory on my MP3 Player…
…I blame The Anthologys.
In brighter news I’m finally going to get some Fleetwood Mac on my MP3 Player.
My ‘Rumours’ CD was refusing to be recognised by the computer *low growling*
Obviously this is something that should interest you.
Grrrr so many Kate Bush feelings and no-one to share them with.
