SOME EVIL FUCKER FROM TEXAS HAS HACKED INTO MY EMAIL AND FACEBOOK.

RUDENESS. SO MUCH RUDENESS. CAN BARELY SEE FOR ALL THE RUDENESS.


Hence, absence from livejournal.
BECAUSE THEY ALSO HACKED THAT.


I HOPE YOU DIE PAINFULLY. Hopefully from some computer-related explosion.







Not bitter. [twitch] Not bitter at all. [twitch, twitch]

Me right now: "Oh yeah, I'm gonna tidy my room, I'm gonna get everything sorted, I'm just going to put some music on. [turns laptop on] But first let me check my e-mails."

Two hours later.

FFS.















Hungover.

I had a very surreal moment the other day in a club when I was boodling on and nearly fell off my heels when the theme of Baywatch started.

Then about halfway through I realised I knew all the words; like what the fuck, Josie? and past!josie? When did this become something that entered your mem-brain. Confusion, much. But then I just went with it and pretended to run in slow motion.
AS JESUS TAUGHT.

I WANT MY PAID ACCOUNT BACK. [weeps into my handkerchief]
Alas, I have no money. And Livejournal is yet to get back to me on my body-offering. RUDENESS.









I HAVE NO BORGIA ICONS!

She just seems to be the most fucking gorgeous person on the planet.

THESE FLAUNT PHOTOS ARE JUST STUNNING.

Dianna Agron, why you make me weep?

Oh. Life is over. Dear Gosh is it over.

neon-lit-habits.tumblr.com

Follow. Me.

22nd of February was my last post? UNACCEPTABLE.

Short-story-made-even-shorter: I've just been really ill and exhausted and BLAAAAAAAAAAH I am boring myself. Suffice to say, I haven't really had anything to post other than: tired again, sick again, bored again.

Howeverrrrr,I GOT A NEW JOB.
Trainee Dental Nurse, starting tomorrow. Good times, good stuff, good people.
At least, if nothing else, it's a challenge. It's to occupy my brainbox.

Anyways, because of all of this, because of the new job, I have done a Friends Cut.



It's just that I want this journal to be about connections and I don't have the energy and devotion to keep it up with people I rarely speak to or never got close to. Hence cuttage. Nothing personal; nothing you've done; nothing wrong with your journals or anything. Just me needing to be lazy and selfish for a little bit, and not wanting to inflict that on people that I don't already adore (aka, there are certain people stuck with me for the rest of their LJ lives). Love you, miss you already, live long and prosper.

Preparing myself for Game Of Thrones though; omg I can't, I don't, I won't-- I can't even begin to describe my joy for this book, I am just devouring it. And my gosh, I keep seeing the promos and my gosh, everyone is so perfect and wonderful and it's all coming true and better than I could have hoped for. OOOOOOOOOOHMYGOD. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMYGODDDDDDDDDDD

Latest challenge: to post everyday for a month.

GAME OF THRONES, IT IS ON. 

EXPECT THOUGHTS.






Right there on the front: characters so venomous they could eat the Borgias
BWAH.

Okay, so I'm English and I literally don't know anything about Thanksgiving save for what TV has taught me, but- with global peace in mind- to everyone who celebrates it:















Dancing Chris wishes you well.