Broadband is fucked. I am on dial-up... I feel so filthy and not in a good way. I feel dirtier then Father Jacks hedious daughter whose mess I had to sit beside for THREE hours today...
Hopefully if ESAT BT stop dicking us around I will be good to go with speed and cleanliness and such ASAP...
"Some decisions in life are extremely important. For example, deciding which type of car to buy is extremely important while deciding which brand of ice-cream is not so important. How important is the choice of which network you use, whether is Orange, T-Mobile or Vodafone... is it
Extermely important...
Very...
Moderately...
Slightly...
Not at all important?"
Its very important to me. I choose Vodafone because I liked the music (BEFORE the Dandy Warhols fuckers) on the ad and I will go with Orange because I like the music on the ad. I would have done with Canary if the offer wasn't ending the day I am moving... How good is Orange?
I bought the most amazing shoes to go with the most amazing dress on the planet for my party next week... Everyone is coming and all the rest are hankering after an invite. It WILL be the party of a lifetime... I am so happy it has turned out this way...
I am moving to London on September 30th... I am shitting my load. John down there in Bank of Ireland Rathfarnham is gay but I still deffo would... but still, I wish he didn't say no but I'm not bitter. I know it's for the best...
My aunt Oonagh (thats Una for the lameasses) came to visit last week all the way from Oregon and I am seeing her on Sunday. I can't fucking wait...
This time next week I will be at the Bloodhound Gang...
Should I get Kenneth a man-brator for his birthday?
Should I invite Mark to my birthday party? I've never seen anyone so desperate...
My MP3 player fell apart last night. I cried for hours...
There is something awfully wrong with my neck piercing. the purpleness that once was six weeks ago is now oozing... but its not sore...
Yea, because I have been asked this a few times because clearly all who wanted to know love me sooooo much and can't bear to not be talking to me LIVE via the interweb or just because SG is too slow and I can't be insulted quick enough but I do not use MSN messenger and I will not be telling you for why, I just don't. I used to but now I no longer do. If you all so desire to talk to me CALL ME!!!! it is more fun then typing. But seriously not on a weekday.
I must go. Dial-up is expensive and I paid 90euro for my shoes and I haven't even accessorised or bought new underwear for my party outfit yet!!!!!
Should I get the white corset or the black and white polka dot corest with the red trim??
decisions, decisions, decisions...
I just can't make these decisions on my own...
I love you all... wish me luck...
Suzannah...
Hopefully if ESAT BT stop dicking us around I will be good to go with speed and cleanliness and such ASAP...
"Some decisions in life are extremely important. For example, deciding which type of car to buy is extremely important while deciding which brand of ice-cream is not so important. How important is the choice of which network you use, whether is Orange, T-Mobile or Vodafone... is it
Extermely important...
Very...
Moderately...
Slightly...
Not at all important?"
Its very important to me. I choose Vodafone because I liked the music (BEFORE the Dandy Warhols fuckers) on the ad and I will go with Orange because I like the music on the ad. I would have done with Canary if the offer wasn't ending the day I am moving... How good is Orange?
I bought the most amazing shoes to go with the most amazing dress on the planet for my party next week... Everyone is coming and all the rest are hankering after an invite. It WILL be the party of a lifetime... I am so happy it has turned out this way...
I am moving to London on September 30th... I am shitting my load. John down there in Bank of Ireland Rathfarnham is gay but I still deffo would... but still, I wish he didn't say no but I'm not bitter. I know it's for the best...
My aunt Oonagh (thats Una for the lameasses) came to visit last week all the way from Oregon and I am seeing her on Sunday. I can't fucking wait...
This time next week I will be at the Bloodhound Gang...
Should I get Kenneth a man-brator for his birthday?
Should I invite Mark to my birthday party? I've never seen anyone so desperate...
My MP3 player fell apart last night. I cried for hours...
There is something awfully wrong with my neck piercing. the purpleness that once was six weeks ago is now oozing... but its not sore...
Yea, because I have been asked this a few times because clearly all who wanted to know love me sooooo much and can't bear to not be talking to me LIVE via the interweb or just because SG is too slow and I can't be insulted quick enough but I do not use MSN messenger and I will not be telling you for why, I just don't. I used to but now I no longer do. If you all so desire to talk to me CALL ME!!!! it is more fun then typing. But seriously not on a weekday.
I must go. Dial-up is expensive and I paid 90euro for my shoes and I haven't even accessorised or bought new underwear for my party outfit yet!!!!!
Should I get the white corset or the black and white polka dot corest with the red trim??
decisions, decisions, decisions...
I just can't make these decisions on my own...
I love you all... wish me luck...
Suzannah...VIEW 6 of 6 COMMENTS
As for the dress, I go with both - 90 Euros for shoes. Jeebus woman - you'll not have money for food if you spend like that. I'm sure they're purrttyyy though.
ou write a hell of a lot, have you ever thought of publishing those/these thougts in an online novel or in a small book? They are interesting to read and might make for some interesting table book.
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