Ah, golden silence. I hope her period NEVER ends.

Rachel Dawes is very hard to please. First of all, she's not happy with playboy Bruce Wayne because he seems like a shallow hedonist. But when she finds out that Bruce Wayne is actually Batman (and is fighting crime and corruption), she's not happy either.




Honestly, who on EARTH would say no to dating Batman (and then break his heart)?! Ungrateful bitch.

I usually dislike taking medicine (which is ironic, considering my profession as a pharmacist). Nevertheless, the congestion has driven me to purchase some phenylephrine from the supermarket.




Or maybe I'm just a wuss. Am also dosing myself up on paracetamol and acetylcysteine. Just in case you're wondering, my phlegm is a lovely golden colour.

Also, hurrahs to the charming man who came to fix our hot water. No more covert visits to the gym just to use their showers. Yes, it turns out that our hot water cylinder threw a spaz (and not because two certain people have been doing it like rabbits in the shower). Nevertheless, I hope to never catch them in the shower again because once was enough for me.

I was an idiot. And he is a lovely boy. 

Also, I want to marry Christian Bale's Batman body. Specifically, his abs. Mmmmmmmm

Why do I have to pick this week to pack a sad? He's busy and so, even as wonderfully observant as he usually is, he is not going to pick up on the fact that I cannot fucking sleep because my mind has spent the last week wandering around, questioning every single bloody thing that he has done since that awful night he held hands with her.


Yeah, I thought we were over it too. Also, it doesn't help that when one has continually attempted to extend the hand of friendship, it has been rebuffed. It's like... I've tried and it kinda fucks me off because I get the distinct feeling that I am simply not sophisticated or cool enough. I don't do the begging puppy act well to anyone. Well, anyone except E. So yeah. There you go. A legitimate reason. 


Also, I hate being sick and having my period. 

So, there's a competition on at work. Guess the number of OPI nail polishes in the bottle and win 4 free nail polishes and whole heap of nail care products. I am staring at that jar until I get the magic number.

Also, I wonder what E. thinks of calling our kid Christian. Have to say, Christian Nguy does NOT have a nice ring to it. Christian Bale/Grey however...

Ugh. More sex noises. At least they have the courtesy to turn his music up. Still doesn't block out the moans. More livid about the fact that they've used up all the hot water. For the SECOND day in a row.

Oh great, they cleaned up the lounge and fridges. Awesome. I did that continuously for the last few months AND I managed not to use all the hot water up too.



LOL. So my other flatmate knocks on their door whilst they must be in their post-coital stage. There's silence. And then "Oh, sorry, I was asleep." Two minutes tick past till the door opens. I guess he had to put some clothes on.

Best thing ever? Flatmate has mononucleosis. So she is too weak to leave her bedroom. But clearly not weak enough to abstain from having relations. The result? They make out in HER room on the OTHER side of the house now.

I've never been so happy about someone having a contagious infection in my household before.

British accent + adept class + insanity = going to be an awesome playthrough of Mass Effect 2. I am salivating.

Another engagement? I may have to eat a hat now.

Just spent $284 on a gym membership. My bank account has never felt so bereft of warmth before.



I HAD BETTER LOSE SOME WEIGHT! Also, it doesn't help matters when E. now has abs. And not your token skinny boy abs too.
Do you know what I could buy with $284? CoffeeRevlonlipbuttersDressesSkirtsBootsFriandsSushiJewelleryMascaraBooksHammockCoatsBlousesPeterpancollarsKittensPuppiesMovieticketstoMagicMikeDessertGelatoPerm

Oh, wait. I just went a bought a coat anyway.










sdflkjsfdkjlsdfkjlsfdkjlsfdkjdsfkjlsdf ARE THOSE SEX NOISES I HEAR NEXT DOOR? WHY CAN'T THEY GO AND MAKE OUT IN HER ROOM?

Have decided that I would like to marry when older so that my future fiance will be able to afford a platinum engagement ring.

Note to older self: Chopin's Nocturne Op. 27, No. 2 is sooooo being played at my wedding.



p.s. Am loving my new detachable collar necklace!

The amount of people getting engaged is phenomenal. I know I'll sound like the Grinch who stole weddings if I say this, but honestly, this is getting ridiculous. We're only twenty one and I should not feel the rush to sprint towards the altar.




I swear, if another engagement is announced within these next two weeks, I will go and eat a hat.

Hello tax return! Let me introduce you to my wallet. Unfortunately, I have a feeling that you will not be staying long.

Also, people who refuse to walk on the footpath and walk down the road instead piss me off. Roads are for cars. Footpaths are for unmotorised peoples. And you are a jerk. With tattoos and a scary dog. So as much as I'd like to run you over, I'll refrain from doing so.

p.s. E, you are a mean, mean boy. One does not tell their girlfriend that your newly engaged best friend is visiting Dunedin but you will not accompany them because you have exam study. While I understand the rationale, I would have preferred not to know at all. It's like... hey little dog, I have a nice bone. Oh wait, sorry. You're not getting it.

On horrible days like this, I miss E. terribly.

I am a horrible person.

Need. To. Stop. Toying. With. People's. Feelings.



Also would appreciate it if vegetables make an appearance with my dinner. This may force me to go and eat some fruit because I'm afraid that constipation may be imminent.

Oh, and by the way nombre, you ain't foolin' nobody by closing your door. Might just turn my music up so I avoid hearing any untoward noises...





postscript: I think I just caught them showering together. dfkjsdflkjsdfkjldsfkjl
Shuddering aside, blackmailing material? DEFINITELY. 

Arse is now approximately the size of Beyonce's. Bordering on the size of one of those moonhoppery things that we used to sit on when we were kids.

(just in case you don't remember)

So, I started visiting the gym three times a week. And have weighed myself in the vain hope that within three weeks (and yes, it has been exactly 3 weeks since starting on the 19th of June) of starting my thrice-weekly visits that something might have happened. Alas, no such results yet. 

And my arse muscles hurt. So something should happen. I live in hope that one day I shall wake up and my arse will have shrunken enough so that I may fit my jeans again. 

No no no no no nononononononono.

You SILLY boy. I didn't realise that you had bought me diamonds.



Now I HAVE to read over your essays.
And I am officially a mega-bitch.

So I've decided that I should stop buying clothes. Because it is now to the point that I cannot wear everything at least once. Same goes for nail polish.

Today the pipes were frozen over at work so we had no water. Needless to say, I was immensely amused. Especially since I left the house without voiding my bladder because I was running late.

Have also decided I am refusing to write any more essays.

Also have decided that driving on icy roads are scary. And that for some inexplicable reason, I STILL dislike HER. Even though she's miles away in the North Island. After much thought, I still can't think of a proper reason as to why I resent her so much. Perhaps it's the name. I seem to dislike everyone who has that name. Except that reason is not a particularly good one.
Bah, she's not worth the neurons firing.

I also dislike hermaphroditic couples who are adjoined at the hip.





...I am such a bitch.