God, I am so sick of typing I fucking hate it... I used to love typing and hoovering and things I am good at... I'm good at hoovering...
I wish I didn't start this. Its much too late.
I am giving my vibrator to my friend Carol. She doesn't know it yet but I think she will really enjoy it... its only been used a few times I will tell her. I only really used the rabbit bit, I'll say and she will believe me because why would I lie?
Her friend John told me I was lacking in confidence. He was the first of two medical professionals to tell me that except John only has a degree in psychology but is now a graphic designer. He still counts though. But still because its been two, count them TWO and as that is more then one I have started to believe it even though I didn't before because I don't actually suffer from low self-esteem. I just have difficulty in..........................................................
conveying my true feelings because I am concerned they and I will be rejected because that is what has happened to me for all of my life...
do you see why I would choose to be so cautious...??
So I just lie a little and fake it abit...
I can't finish Haunted. It's too shit...
Thank you and Goodnight...
Love...
Suzanne... the Queen of everything... she fucking is... 
Today, just an hour ago I bought tickets to see the BLOODHOUND GANG!!!!!! now, I really can't wait for that...
Roger is home, he keeps humping Richard.
I really can't wait for the Bloodhound Gang, you cannot even imagine how excited I have become.
Heres why I should not have a credit card...
Just to cheer myself up abit I bought this
its Paul Smith and he's not cheap. Maybe I'll buy some luggage next time...
I can't wait to get it and then get my hair cut...
