Monster Hospital

Finally got this months copy of Elle Magazine, which was, until this issue, my favourite fashion mag. Great articles, great featured celebs, good interviews and, obviously, amazing fashion. But one thing that completely overrode all of these positive aspects in this month's issue was the continual and unabated manner in which the editors shoved fur down the readers' throats.

I'd say at least fifty percent of the sponsors this month featured fur in their ads. Outrageously enough, I counted at least 31 pages of fur (including a whole fashion shoot dedicated to the nasty stuff) plus a Chanel bag made of alligator skin.

Whats that all about??

I felt instantly guilty for buying it in the first place and unsuspectingly and indirectly supporting the fur trade and by default animal cruelty. And so to make myself feel slightly less guilty and less angry I decided to write a stern e-mail to the magazine and report them to PETA. And obviously, I can never buy the magazine ever again.

Sure, they may never read the e-mail, or care, but at least I'll feel a little bit better for having done something about it.

Seriously guys, we are neither primitive cavemen nor Inuits.

We don't need animals to make clothes with anymore and I think its pretty fucking pathetic that vanity can cost lives and fashion could kill.

Stop the madness.
Fight the fur.

We have polyester now, kids.

Silent Sigh

I wish my life were more exciting right now.

But maybe I shouldn't wish for that, because every time I have wished for excitement before it has always come in a bad form.
Dad shouts a hell of a lot. And he rotates between me, my brother and my mum, so we all get a piece of the action. He is the king of mood swings. I guess that keeps things interesting, even if its in a negative way that could lead to deafness and/or premature stress-related death.

Fuck it. I sure wish we could shout back though.

Today my horoscope says:
Pisces: Play by the rules this time, even if it'd be easier to take shortcuts. You can't risk getting in trouble now.

Not that I believe in all that shit, but gets you wondering, doesn't it? Especially when the afore mentioned father is so loosely hinged that it doesn't take very much to get yourself in trouble with him.

Boo hoo.

Love Will Tear Us Apart

Misery Business

'Scuse the unannounced hiatus.

Its not that I was swamped with work or busy doing "important things". I suppose I just couldn't be bothered. And thats the truth.

I was dog sitting for a time, which made me a bit of extra dosh, which was pretty much immediately spent during a trip to the mall with mum. Worth every penny and every morning that lame old Italian whippet woke me up entirely too early.

I love shopping when you aren't looking for anything in particular. Its therapeutic.

I saw Tristan and Emily at The Bees Knees on Friday night. We sat outside and talked about music and what we were up to these days. It was actually really nice. Tristan and Emily were being all "cute and coupley" but I didn't find it annoying like I do with some people.

I'm supposed to be calling Lilly this afternoon.
Don't forget.
Don't forget.
Don't forget.

It's been so long since I last heard her voice I'm starting to forget what it sounds like. And that is saying a lot since she is from Reigate and has one of the strongest accents I have ever heard.

Oh, thank God I am a Manc.

Also, I thought I saw Evilfatbitch Marchel in the library today. Oh, Goddy, God, God, please let it not have been her.

Please.

She is the last person on earth I want to know that I'm back in town.

Antidote

Brilliant.

Method Acting

So last night, after more than a year away, I finally went back to my old high school to watch my little brother play sax in one of my school's many showcases.

I was absolutely terrified of bumping into people I really didn't want to have to see, and worried that too many questions would result in arousing suspicion as to the real reason I'm back in town. Part of me really didn't want to go, because I didn't really want to have to plaster on a fake smile and look of interest for people I don't miss or care about. Not to be a bitch, but this is how I roll.

We arrived early, and I instantly wished I had a paper bag over my head.

Luckily, I managed to get through the night only having seen a few people that I didn't mind seeing at all. The old librarian, my ballet teacher, Jade's ex Marian (who I knew way before Jade corrupted her) and adorable little Teddy, who really isn't so little anymore (I would guess he is probably about 6' 2" now).

Considering the fact that I spent the entire journey there muttering, "Shit...fuck...bastard...." under my breath like some sort of tourettes' driven mantra, it was actually a pretty alright night.

A Good Start

Everything is boring and stupid.

I want to go home.

Bizarre Love Triangle

Five months ago I was on the tube coming back to East London from Wimbledon after one of the shittiest days of my life.

Head rested against the window, Inspiral Carpets' She Comes in the Fall rattling around in my ears, I looked down to see that some genius had scratched "BRUNO IS A CUNT" into the metal window frame. And I was suddenly so glad to back in the UK. Okay, so it wasn't Manchester, not even close, but it sort of felt like I was half way there.


Its funny what gets you through a bad day.

The Mating Game

I miss the girls.

Everyday.

All the time.

If I could call them everyday, I would.

The two of them, Lilly and Victoria, are the best friends anyone could ever ask for. Seriously. We've been through so much this year, so many external problems and even problems within the group and we've survived. And that says alot.

The question is, will we survive this year? With me so far away from everything, and Lilly and Vic living in two slightly seperate worlds?