famous, dahling

Freemasons feat. Bailey Tzuke - Uninvited

"I stopped believing in Santa Claus when my mother took me to see him in a department store, and he asked for my autograph."
-- Shirley Temple

Updated qbee quilt

Sorry about the lack of updates lately - my life has been so uneventful that nothing has really been worth mentioning. Seriously, I'm not kidding.

Well, a few things have been happening. Me and Carl from work might be going out on a date this week. Dunno how it's going to turn out, but whatever. Either way, the guys from work (including him) invited me out to the pub with them, along with my friends Amy and Emma. Turns out that the chef, Steve, is Amy's uncle. Small world, eh?
Work is actually going pretty well. I'm now being trained onto doing my own sections, so I get more tips. Today I got £15, which was a bit lame considering last week, I got £25. And that, apparently, isn't even that good (me and Edd made £50 in tips altogether last weekend for our section.)
...dude. I can't believe I'm whinging about fifteen quid. Just goes to show how I'm getting used to a better job, really.

I'm going to see wicked with Adam. I'm so fucking excited I could shit a brick. Several green, singing evil bricks, no less.

My mum has redecorated the study, it's now a colour called "Cinnamon Bun". Now, don't ask me what kind of bloody cinnamon bun is dark red. This room gets quite a lot of light as it's south-facing and has a large arched window taking up a lot of space on the wall, so we can get away with painting it a rich colour. Normally, I'm not a big fan of bold shades in home decorating, especially with a fairly small-ish room such as a study. However, I must say that it looks rather nice!

Oh, and I'm going to be in my local paper, the Evening Gazette, soon to raise awareness for my gap year fund. I was photographed by the press and everything. It would probably have been a tad more glamorous if I'd not been snapped in front of the newspaper office, gurning like a prize twat... but hey, that's the price I have to pay for fame, baby. Life's changed now, it's a never-ending flight from the paparazzi these days, an eternal make-up session...

*sigh* I'll be in my trailer.

Update by Sarah @ 20:25, Sun. November 11 2007


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