Peppergrain

You know what, I'm not even surprised you found a mouse in your house. No disrepect of courseI keep a VERY CLEAN house. Everyday I disinfect, there's no clutter, it looks like a show home.They come from the Africans next door.

No longer than 4 minutes, else I start counting minor flaws in the ceiling. Once I orgasm I'm not interested.

Alcoholic then?

OOOOOOO. But guess what my monster is bigger than yours!Look what I caught in my bathroom about a month ago.

LOL speaking of medicine sweets, we once put a white fizzer on the floor and ended up cordoning off our walkway telling passers by it was a drug someone dropped.AND THESE:

Actually it was over more, a hospital my son had to attend every week said we were entitled to the congestion paid and it was not paid, it was about 5-6 C Charges, we can appeal because of the situation. That's not failure still.

I'm crying. I loved that car and it's all on its own, lonely and in the cold.

All this watching Earth programmes and stashing away a trunk of drawings (I was well into drawing manga at point, but I prefer wierd sh*t or people now) is no secret. Only the funeral directing is a secret.

+ + Is me sorted.

Me too. I also keep a diary, I write up to 10 A4 pages a day sometimes.ive started keeping a diary againlooking to start making mini stories out of my week soonand post them as blogs up on myspaceobviously some bits will be taken out or exageratedbut it should be entertaining stillidea concucted by me and my cousinMine I keep to myself, I've been doing it for the past 18 months and I've wrote inside EVERY DAY. I haven't even back read it yet, (it's three books) but I suppose it will be great when you can stumble across little things which happened in your day you wouldn't have remembered otherwise when you read back in five years time or whatever. I regret not starting it half way through my teens.

Yeah well, you ever heard of an offence called "Theft by finding"?My mum always taught me, "finder's keepers, loser's weepers".

Me too. I also keep a diary, I write up to 10 A4 pages a day sometimes.I also like knitting, I haven't done it in years, what have you girls managed to knit? Pencil case and a big square is me.

It's no secret on here but my family and friends would be quite shocked I want to work with the dead. I like make up and dressing people up to make them look good, but I aint a people person, so what better way to carry out my make over intrests than on the dead? I just like the whole idea of arranging one of the most inevetible things - a funeral. Down to every last detail, the horses, the hearses, the flowers.

Godz Gift.

Yes they do, just not here.Blame fat kids.

No one can test my breakfast cereal.Lucky charms + Weetos + the right amount of milk = Best dish you will EVER have.

OMG Destruction Derby. My mum only just bought that for herself the other day too.Everything other than the bowl is/was swag though.

Primark is pants. Unless you're actually buying some.

He was so f*cking cute. He even farted.Who remembers the original GTA? Where it was birds eye view and you can run over the line of buddists and leave blood?

What can I say?It's hard to get it JUST RIGHT if you know what I mean, it's all about perfect timing and a perfect amount of butter, or in my case margerine, too much or too little you've ruined the toast.

Toast.

Reminds me of one time when i was late for college n couldnt find any of my belts. I'm looking everywhere for one. In the end i thought f*ck it n cut the straps of a suitcase put them through the loops on the jeans and sellotaped them together (shameful i know). I Get to class late so everyones looking at me when i walk though the door, i forgot about the make shift belt and i strech so my T lifts up a bit. Next thing you know one guy shouts out "you tramp what happend to your belt". You know the rest man got gunned for the rest of the year.LMAO.I had to do it on a regular basis through my early teens. Wore alot of the same clothes everyday, had one pair of kicks and one pair of shoes and played out on the street alot with string holding up my jeans.We were a bit poor, snobs on here like to call me a tramp, the same snobs who think they are "road".

Why can't it be?Can she not have kids?

LOL, I would laugh. I would laugh at this sort of stuff.@LuLu, basically two chicks rubbing their bums on their friends face whilst she is asleep.Tune half way through though.

I hate country and western.My nan and grandad love the sh*t, it's background noise whenever I go to their house.