'ignorant bitch, fuck you'

I love that fact that after making a comment about how a woman dressed her dogs in clothes, she simply called me an 'ignorant bitch'. How foolish.
Not only is she ignorant of the hereditary diseases and difficulties that particular breed are currently facing due to inbreeding and genetic mutations, she's also ignorant of how uncomfortable the dogs would be, not to mention the colours TOTALLY clashed with the dog's fur!
Maybe that woman should think twice about posting photographs of how she spends her ridiculously wasted days, and consider that she's leaving herself open to be challened.

Where an animal is concerned, I'll rip you apart. And they say owners look like their dogs.

I'll Give You Something To Talk About.

Today is aparently, a horrendously awkward day. Everything I do causes some kind of awkward tension.
I hate it.
I'm sat between too people. who are usually really chatty and fun, but have obviously had an argument. So when I turn up all breathless and windswept, in fear of being late. it wasn't such a welcoming atmosphere to stumble into. I hope it doesn't continue like this. It's finally tolerable here. Gosh.
In other news, breakthrough! I was down The Grove on saturday. Facebook way hooked me up, he's such a charmer! I think he'll be mine soon.
My life seems to be quite peachy, recently. I'm working hard, though. I have bags under my eyes and my roots are coming through. I didn't realise happiness came at a cost. :|

The Weight Of Water.

What's all this talk of Christmas? It's only september, I'm not ready for the christmas rush yet. I'm not feeling very holly jolly. Nor am I feeling like I can put up with the usual people for about two months.

Today, my mother and I were driving down the bypass, and we happened to pass a white van parked up at the side or the road. Then man who was driving it had a bottle of weedkiller and was spraying a bunch of tiny dandelion leaves. I had to think why on eath was he spraying them. Over the new few days I will undoubtably see them slowly dying, at the side of the road, not affecting anyone. Little things like that tick me off and make my day, on relfection, terrible.
What happened to 'save it for when we need it'?

The Final Staw.

I feel like my original self portrait.
My day just became awful. Why would he want to make me feel like that? 'I wanted to make you shake'. Well fucking done.

Situation Number One.

These two photographs sum me up perfectly.

I think this year is going to be the best of all. I have configured my Big One Eight Mash-up. I can confirm to you all that no other than the great Obama is on there. Not only are they Building and Religion, but they're also Calling you DUDE!. Look it up.

Sunday Secrets.

I love you.
It shocks me how many I can think of doing myself. I hate to have secrets, but some are so sordid I couldn't show a soul, so Post Secret wont be getting a postcard from me.

Today I find out terrible things about my friends. On reflection, it might have been the worst day of my life. Everyone around me seems to be in constant angst and upset. It's deeply distressing to know my nearest and dearest are going through awful times, and the most I could possibly do is sit down with them and have a brew.
We spoke for a few hours today, none stop. Some of it made me want to smash my face into the floor. There was once a time it was me saying these things and feeling as she does, it must be so awful for her. I don't exactly know what to do, but remind her of something I am certain she will be happy about. There's only so many times I can do this though. How long before I'm out of conversation starters and all it's down to is my cardigan beings dripped on with tears? I'm worried I can't do my job properly.

It's also my least favourite thing to realise how fake your friends might be. It's all very well and good that they're your friend and will be for a very long time, but what they might be doing to another person repulses me with every thought. Manipulation is a crying shame. Especially when it's put upon someone you care so deeply for. Like I do.

I never want to embarrass myself like I did at the beginning of the college year, ever again. Which means I could never approach them. So when I recieved a text today saying I should come over, I could do nothing but stare at the screen and hate the fact I had no credit. How ignorant I must have looked. He was looking right at me as I read it, I know he was. Everytime I tried to make eyecontact he wasn't looking. Who could potentially be a good friend, I ruined it once more. Perfect, thank you Martha.

I wish he would stop it, everytime he says it to me my skin crawls. He said it to me again last night and all I could do was sit in silence. I must have to tell him at least five times that it's too late, and everytime I say it I hate myself a little more.

Getting Back To My Roots.

After the most mortifying year of my life, I today returned to the place that caused me to cry in the toilets. It was okay. I’m genuinely excited about the forthcoming nine months at College. So excited infact that I promised myself I would work my fingers to the bone and fill as many A3 sketchbooks as my pocket could afford.

Summer wasn’t anything particularly special. I have nothing to show and feel like I was kicking my heels when the fun was happening. I feel like I need to record this time in college and compare it to ’07, so I ‘feel the benefit’.