Do you ever have something fall off your tongue or off the tips of your fingers and wish you could pull those words back.

You didn't mean them the way you suddenly realise they may sound.

Yet you don't want to draw attention to it for fear that it will highlight it to the one person you know that you may offend.

Someone who you wouldn't hurt for all the vodka in Russia.

Fuckity.

Going home in 39 minutes. Think I am going to go sit in a bathroom stall.

It can fit a body in it!!

Be warned B*&^&* County Council.

Don't run this one over.

£28.95 delivered.

*mental note*
Get a fekking life.

Anyone else watch it last night?

I thought it was great. Wonder if they plan on making it into a regular thing.

* wanders off talking to herself *

I know who you are.

You know who you are.

Oh yes my fellow bloggers I am on the warpath.

My mom just called me to say she went to pick up my laundry (oh shurrup, you're just jealous) and my trash can (that I had set out for collection) was turned over and strewn all over the road.

Oh sure it coulda been the wind but I know better.

Was it unruly teenagers ..... oh no.

Was it bored homeless peeps ..... oh no.

Cats I tell you.

Smudge brought about 5 cats home last night for a party and just happily escorted them through the cat door and into my nice clean house.

I came downstairs and was none too pleased. They reacted to me reacting and prompty scattered all over my house causing me many a scratch trying to drag them out from under things.

So basically Smudge got no kitty sex and the neighbor hood cat-slappers got revenge by throwing my banana peels all over the road.

Fuckers.

Council told my mom that they didn't clean it up as it's not their job as it's not a council estate!!! I don't get that logic. So, instead they 'accidentally' backed over my wheelie bin.

* anyone wanna come to mine tonight and help me clean the fekking road? *

So, what are y'all giving up for lent?

I am giving up heroin and homicide.