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Sunday, March 28, 2004

Wow, I found a truly rockin' site - Disgruntled Housewife.

I seem to have an obsession with the female form right now. Not in a lustful way, I love men too much, just in an appreciative way, I guess. Top girls right now are Carmen Electra and the red haired girl on the above site.
The dog is still called Nanook. In a feeble protest, I am instead calling it 'New Dog'.

I've been sickly most of the week with evil cystitis and unexplained back pain. All is better now though. The boyfriend has gone to Amsterdam. He's too cool to pay for sex so I'm not that worried.

If I had any money, I'd be an Ebay addict. Soooo much beautiful Hello Kitty stuff. Is there anything better than a Hello Kitty handbag? I think not. I have only one. It's a battered, bright red shoulder bag, and I love it so much.

I haven't really done much so there's not a lot to write about. Maybe I've lost my literary mojo. Also, I'm a bit disappointed because I've just realised my summer holidays don't start til the middle of July. Pah.

Saturday, March 20, 2004

I'm going to stop writing about the boyfriend, he is very nice, just insensitive sometimes as men are. Anyway, he's pretty cool most of the time. The point of my last post was how people treat those smaller (or taller, as some of you may be) differently. I'm over it now, good things come in small packages, as we all know.

Right, now I really do need your help. We've just acquired a Cocker Spaniel puppy. He's very sweet, and gets on great with our other dog, but the problem is his name. My mum wants to call him Nanook (anyone remember The Lost Boys?) or Nookie for short, which is frankly ridiculous. I want to call him Rambo, which no one agrees with. It needs to be short, sensible, and not novelty, so that's Frodo out of the window. Any ideas?

Thursday, March 18, 2004

Fell in love with a... song

Reptilia by The Strokes
I'm in a really black mood today. I was ok earlier, so I'm not sure what's happened. I think it started when I tried on my new jeans, which make me look shorter and dumpier than ever. This made me think of all the thoughtless comments I've had from obnoxious people with stretchmarks about how short my legs are, how I probably have to stand on phone books to kiss my boyfriend (who will not kiss me in public because of my height) and just general demeaning things. Upon meeting an overweight person for the first time, do you make personal remarks about what a fucking bag of lard they are? I don't want to be short. People who are short are always being looked down on, and not just physically. It's humiliating, and I can't escape from it.

Tuesday, March 16, 2004

Oh God. Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes!

Today he made me come.

Sunday, March 14, 2004

Sorry I haven't updated much, it's been a busy week. I got my exam results from January back - a very mixed bag. I'll start with the good stuff: full marks in my English Lit. exam! 105/105 = an A. Also, an A in Psychology. Now for the bad stuff: a U in Law, and a D in Media (which is going to be remarked, because OCR have fucked up the marking for my whole year group - 30% of us have failed)

Yeah, a good week generally. I have mostly been reading C'est Etoile, talking dirty with the boyfriend, and really needing a job to satisfy my clothes/CD urges.

Saturday, March 06, 2004

Well, he hasn't done it again, which is good. Thanks to everyone who has offered advice, and be reassured that if he does it again, he'll know about it.

Relationships are meant to be fun, two or three weeks is not the stage where you 'just have to work at these things'. I think I'm a little down, so I've done what any sensible girl would do - I persuaded my mother to buy me new jeans. This persuasion was very much aided by the fact I got an A in my King Lear English Lit. coursework. Yay! It got marked up from 23/30 to 26/30, and I was happy for hours when I found out. Anyway, jeans. They are lovely medium denim, tight with a bit of stretch, but flared at the bottom. I just love clothes that fit perfectly. Being little, stuff looks so bad on me if it doesn't fit properly, and people still call me short, and make comments, damn them all.

Thursday, March 04, 2004

Last night, my boyfriend (it's only been two weeks) called me a stupid bitch for putting my cold hand on his stomach. I was pretty shocked, and told him so, to which he seemed totally confused as to why I was upset. I'm not just overreacting, am I? He later called me a bitch again, this time for accidently catching his belt buckle on my clothes. He didn't say it angrily, but it still upset me. Please, tell me I'm not overreacting.

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