it is simply not in the slightest way insulting. just keen, and who would say no to a keen rihanna?

i don’t need to list all the hip-hop and r’n'b artists (male, duuuuuuuuuuuuuuh) that drop absolutely horrid lyrics about women, especially in a sexual context, do i?
fuck, sometimes i drop my jaw down to another continent. there’s too many bad lines to even pick one and make an example of it.  breaks my heart to love music that is so raped by braindead dicks!

why cant you braindead dicks make tunes more like this (play wonderful video, please) common would never call you his bitch or even his boo. there’s so much in a name and so much more in you.

‘i know the sex ain’t gon’ keep you, but as my equal it’s how i must treat you’ oh my god, yes! *smitten* how hard is it? there is more to a woman than a pussy you can spit on. you can love and respect and still make awesome hip-hop.

but i wish i wasn’t getting older though. ever since the baby days getting older was always SO exciting. but now it’s like.. stop, please? wanna be young and stupid forever. you know, tight. fertile. (some) hair on my head. im sorry, exaggerating ofcourse.

and oh yeah, it’s @ the roxanne parlour april the 10th. be thurr and watch me flipdafuckout!

according to boyfriend and house mate there is a way to avoid your ear lobes looking like cat anuses (which they normally do post-ear plug). you do it by slowly going down in jewellery. ofcourse; i am both to restless and cheap to buy several plugs in smaller and smaller sizes. so i am using cigarette filters! starting with yellow venttis! they’re the thickest.

haha, unfortunately they’re like a third, maybe a forth of my 16mm plugs. im using band aid over them now so they want fall out during nappie time.

what else? hm, feels like i have done EVERYTHING on the list on how to fuck up your stomach. knowingly. time to let the old temple rest with some guilty pleasure; gossip girl. tihi! xoxo cat anus girl.

i NEVER thought id see the day where id pet a snake. or call it cute! but it is!

country town automatically means more animals! loves it. loves it so much i wanna kiss it.

what youve heard is true.. girls love going to the bathroom together.

best dog! his name was nudge! i did not socialize with any of the strangers at the party. i was too busy loving this little shit.

aw, look at us play!

gang photos.

i like the trippieness of this but hate the colours. i was too lazy to bother. story of my life!

best laptop cover! space invaders.. will look very professional now.

goold… 9 dollar gold anyway.

and this amazing dress. very fresh prince!

they guy who sold it to me had a south park tie. i told him how much i loved it and he told me most people found it offensive, with kenny having axes in his head while standing in a pool of blood and everything. us not agreeing with this, we immediately became best friends.. and i dont know if that is why, but all the sudden my dress went down to half price. too good.

Mmm sleep. L8!

During sleeplessness yesterday I couldn’t stop thinking of this  far-fetched connection between the movie and my coming trip to the country this weekend. As follows

big snake in water -> loch ness monster -> roadtrip to town called inverloch

Creepy, huh!? Nah, not really.. Anyway, Im forcing my lover to watch creepy crappy animal movie nr 2 with me now. Herro super-sharks and Ladies Love Cool James.

The odds tongiht were so good. I mean I even bailed on beers with the classmates so I could go home and just slowly die in bed. School from 8.30 am to 7.30 pm on 3 hours sleep so I was almost already there.  No distractions; boyfriend’s still at work, noone’s havin people over, it’s cooled down.. But still.. half past midnight and Im so restless not falling asleep in the dark I have to turn on my laptop n write a post about it. I believe Im suffering from what might be called “to-cool-to-fall-asleep-before-midnight-syndrome”. I AM A MACHINE

One, I get to over-consume a lot of things I love like chocolate, ice cream, garlic, ginger and tea. Two, I get to catch up the never-ending lack of sleep. And three, I haven’t smoked since Saturday night!

Unfortunately the Internet is capped and TV is just too shit. I mean its so shit I almost get excited when Biggest Loser is on cause the other programs are even more shit.