( This is wibbling spoilers )

WTF?! ROWLING YOU BITCH. I LOVE YOU HAVE MY BABYES.

Thank you for those of you who wished me a happy birthday, and, Penguin Queen, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! :D

Current Mood: complacent

Fuck, just fuck.

My London-love is well and safe, but still. Shiting fucking hell. Thank fuck for people who post on livejournal to say 'Hey, I'm alive'.

I'm really going to have to learn to drive now aren't I.

In more selfish news, I get paid tomorrow. I work full time. The lest I work is eight hours a day. I don't like being a waitress. People who order lattes can just go shove 'em.I'm lonley and tired.


I hope everyone is okay. xx

Current Mood: exhausted

The Iteag should be allowed no where near the computer when pissed off and unthinking.

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I, for one, may well just secretly work away, making hunners and hunners of monyes, buy a small island of the West Coast of Scotland and create my OWN country. Where people have to take a morality test before entrying. You may rise your eyebrows now - but just you wait.

Current Mood: pissed off

Was I missed? Did you're little hearts break when you saw my lack of being? Did you cry, weep and wail for there was no trace of me on you're friends lists (anyone who has the intention of typing 'no' just don't - leave me and my dillusions be)

But yes! *cackles* I am back and in tip top shape. Well, still limping badly but otherwise damn fucking well good.

I am slogging through my f'list at the moment. Just incase I missed anything major, *hugs* and *love* for those of you who need it :)

Current Mood: chipper

My body just forced me to throw up my painkillers and my dinner :( am very sad.

Also; crutches - they may look like fun but are hard to manage. However, I've got to persever with these otherwise I'll be dragged off to hosptial and in on that stupid drip thing :(

My foot is poisened. It's not fun at all :'(

Current Mood: sick

Away to Blairvadach!
Back sunday!

Leave a message after the beep. (or the wee commenty button thing).

CHERIO! XXXX

Current Mood: hyper

Computer = Fucked.
Iteag = V. annoyed.

So, Rupert Grint and Whasserface Cox got smashed by Dick and Dom. Which made my day because if someone betat DnD at bogies I would have to curl up under my douvet and have a good wee cry. However! EDITH WON!

Yay for Edith and her Edithnessy.

Now, on BBC2 Dick and Dom in the Bungalow!

EXCEPT For veiwers in Scotland who get Gaelic!Crack!Programs! D'e nis!

FUCKERS. FUCKERS, FUCKERS. I AM MOVING AWAY FROM THIS STUPID 'EXCEPT FOR VIEWERS IN SCOTLAND' SHITE.
ENGLAND - ADOPT ME.

Current Mood: cranky

So today I was at the dentists. I had an absess (which, FYI, is still there - huge big lump that takes up half of my gum eww..) and last week they drilled away part of my tooth, removed nerve endings etc, so I went today to get it filled in...and what happens? Part of a drill got stuck in my tooth, when removed, half of it didn't come out so I have titanium lodged in one of my wee root canal thingys.

I also feel really lightheaded and sick because I swallowed a lot of the mouth numbing creme stuff.

Current Mood: blah