I wrote some stuff about my granddads death. But then I deleted it. Because it was ramblings. And this is not the place for it.
This is the place for photos of me and my new hair colour plum, I think its more peacock blue, but whatev.
Its grown on me. At first I thought it was too dark and dark colours dont suit me. But its lightened and I like it a lot.
My roots look grey.
My mums side of the family are the Freemans; my dads are the Lloyds (the welsh ones). I get my round face, build, height, stubbornness, generously sized feet, large appetite, competitiveness, intelligence, pride, and temper from the Lloyds. My perfectionism, organization, extremism, eye colour, fucked front tooth and other stuff that I dont know yet from the Freemans. I dont know where my nose, perviness, lips and stretchable skin came from.
I get kinda turned on by Fuck Frankie by Marilyn Manson. Im stupid like that.
Blurry is the way to go. Im gunna let you in on a secret. Im gunna tell you one of my facial flaws. My bottom lip sticks out. Really badly. I really hate it. You can see it there. I hate it. I think its because of my big fucked teeth. I think they push my lip out.
I feel a bit sick. I made couscous and I was really hungry and the plate tipped when I was soya spreading my bread and the couscous fell to the dawgs. I wanted to cry. I consoled myself with my Green and Blacks hazelnut and currant dark chocolate. The whole 100g bar. Oink.
Um, I named my vagina Felix Rose.
I love the little fucker so much these photos give me belly squiggles. How can I love something that whines and whines and jumps around til he gets walked/fed, shows he loves me by biting me, rolls in the foulest smelling fox shit then cries like a baby (girl) when I wash him, and spends half the day licking his anus and genitalia - with the same mouth as he bites me. Urgh. Oh, another thing he does is pulls so hard when hes on the lead that I want to cry and my hands feel like theyre bleeding.
Hot tramp. I love you so.
Since Ive stopped smoking (I got past the 2 week thing last night longest Ive not smoked since I started) I can since much clearer. I have a pretty okay singing voice, actually. And now I can sing somewhere over the rainbow to the dogs in my high, shaky old-fashioned voice. I am so happy to be a non-smoker at the moment.
I am so looking forward to spring but where is it?
Right, I think Ive gone on enough for now. I shall end this rather me indulgent journal entry with some rather lovely photos
Yehehes. I am hot. I am beautiful. I have lovely healthy looking red eye flesh.
I know.
EDIT: Oh shit do I love Kelly Clarkson? Yes I do. I'm gonna get some of her music and warble along. I can't. Fukcing wait.
This is the place for photos of me and my new hair colour plum, I think its more peacock blue, but whatev.
Its grown on me. At first I thought it was too dark and dark colours dont suit me. But its lightened and I like it a lot.
My roots look grey.
My mums side of the family are the Freemans; my dads are the Lloyds (the welsh ones). I get my round face, build, height, stubbornness, generously sized feet, large appetite, competitiveness, intelligence, pride, and temper from the Lloyds. My perfectionism, organization, extremism, eye colour, fucked front tooth and other stuff that I dont know yet from the Freemans. I dont know where my nose, perviness, lips and stretchable skin came from.
I get kinda turned on by Fuck Frankie by Marilyn Manson. Im stupid like that.
Blurry is the way to go. Im gunna let you in on a secret. Im gunna tell you one of my facial flaws. My bottom lip sticks out. Really badly. I really hate it. You can see it there. I hate it. I think its because of my big fucked teeth. I think they push my lip out.
I feel a bit sick. I made couscous and I was really hungry and the plate tipped when I was soya spreading my bread and the couscous fell to the dawgs. I wanted to cry. I consoled myself with my Green and Blacks hazelnut and currant dark chocolate. The whole 100g bar. Oink.
Um, I named my vagina Felix Rose.
I love the little fucker so much these photos give me belly squiggles. How can I love something that whines and whines and jumps around til he gets walked/fed, shows he loves me by biting me, rolls in the foulest smelling fox shit then cries like a baby (girl) when I wash him, and spends half the day licking his anus and genitalia - with the same mouth as he bites me. Urgh. Oh, another thing he does is pulls so hard when hes on the lead that I want to cry and my hands feel like theyre bleeding.
Hot tramp. I love you so.
Since Ive stopped smoking (I got past the 2 week thing last night longest Ive not smoked since I started) I can since much clearer. I have a pretty okay singing voice, actually. And now I can sing somewhere over the rainbow to the dogs in my high, shaky old-fashioned voice. I am so happy to be a non-smoker at the moment.
I am so looking forward to spring but where is it?
Right, I think Ive gone on enough for now. I shall end this rather me indulgent journal entry with some rather lovely photos
Yehehes. I am hot. I am beautiful. I have lovely healthy looking red eye flesh.
I know.
EDIT: Oh shit do I love Kelly Clarkson? Yes I do. I'm gonna get some of her music and warble along. I can't. Fukcing wait.
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timmy55:
I don't go to the cinema nearly as often as I should.
drtchock:
Your bottom lip is perfectly nice. I'd be more concerned with the lovely healthy looking red eye flesh and nose-picking habit myself 