Tuesday, 21 June 2011


Seriously. I hate the bloody things with a passion. Well am generally not a big fan of any kinda of insects, but moths are pretty much a fear for me. I've always said I never trust anything that turns to powder when you fucking touch it. >_<

The thing is though, they only ever really seem to "attack" me during certain moments. For example:

When I've just started drinking a mug of coffee that am really, REALLY enjoying...

Then one of the little bastards does a kamikaze dive right into me bloody mug leaving it's powdery shit floating about ont surface.

Also when am either concentrating on summat or when am in me bed trying to sleep. Again they kamikaze their stupidness right into me face leaving their powdery yuck on me like I've just dumped a pot of loose eyeshadow everywhere else on me face except me eyes.

I only just started writing this now as a moth has just appeared in me kitchen an' had decided to dive-bomb me head. As well as being disgusting in me eyes, they're feckin' ANNOYING.

MEANWHILE! I need new tyres for me Celica. The one ont front drivers side was as flat as a pancake t'other day so me an' me dad took it off earlier to have a look an' put the spare on. But Lo-an'-behold! The spare Vredestein tyre that come wi' the car (sold as seen by the way) has a fucking bulge in it. ¬_¬ So we had to put the flat back on a put some air in it for now. Gotta get onto Rob at C&R Tyres tomorrow an see what he can sort me out. I only need two which isn't so bad 'cause the back two are fine. We're gonna tek the one of the front left side an keep that as a spare an get two new ones to put ont front. The tracking needs doing badly an' all 'cause the flat one was all worn ont th'inner edge. Can't go sticking new tyres on it when they'd only last half as long, what'd be the point huh?

It's just a bastard trying to find 205/45/R17 W's that's aren't gonna make me bank manager HATE ME! >_<

I want these though. Hankook Ventus V12 Evo's. But to be honest, 97 quid per tyre is just far too expensive.

Buggernuts. ¬_¬

In other news, I got me flights booked for California! ^_^ Going over ont 22nd of August for a month an' staying wi' me fella. <3 Should be fun.

Monday, 20 June 2011

MISSING: Incredibly fuck-ugly pair of big knickers.

"Scary, stomach-holding-in pants very popular with grannies the world over."

Ugh this has been driving me mad since a few months ago.

Now, this may be kinda TMI/gross but Georgie's sense of vulgarity doesn't exist right now so half of the shit that comes out me gob doesn't really get censored.

A lot of people (particularly single men or, men who just don't care) don't know that probably 99% of women own at least one pair, of ridiculously fuck-ugly big knickers. They're not normal knickers as in ones you wear often like the other bazillion identical or special pairs that are in the drawer; but these ones are pretty much reserved for that lovely time of the month where women become your worst nightmare of sheer, pure unadulterated bastardry an' are constantly up an' down like an emotional yo-yo. You know what am talking about.

Mine have gone missing.

An' it's doing me head in.

Like I said they went missing months ago an' I've been wearing a piss-poor excuse of a big knicker substitute. They're a size bigger than what I wear on a day-to-day basis but by christ they're the most uncomfortable things I've ever had me arse in. An' they're adding to my already high level of PMS anger they're that uncomfortable.

Now, my big fuck-ugly knickers are particularly ugly because...

1: I've had them so long, the white is now actually that 'orrible laundry grey colour they go when they've been washed loads of times:
2: Because of the sheer amount of time I've had 'em an' the amount of times they've been washed; the yukky pastel coloured paisley (yes, paisley) print on 'em had faded dramatically.
3: The elastic's shot. Good ol' fashioned big knicker elastic will get you anywhere but when it goes, bloody 'ell it goes.

Now let me tell you I've had these damn thing for well over a decade now an'I miss 'em. I bloody miss 'em. An' the day I find 'em will be joyous. Because I love them bloody things an' will still wear 'em when they get full of holes.