Moths: Y U NO LEAVE ME ALONE?

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.

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.

Happy New Year?

Well, Happy New Year folks. I guess. O_o I dunno I don't really do New Year. Not by choice but it is slowly becoming that reason. Normally I'm too sick to go out; the last few years I've either had tonsillitis, bronchitis, pneumonia or the flu or whatever. So for some reason I think I've just been ticked off most "Must invite to come out for New Years" lists. Kinda pisses me off, I mean I'd like to go out for New Years an all but when I get landed with the stigma of "Oh Georgie won't come out, she never comes out" then it really puts me off. So this year, I said fuck it and decided to make Cinder Toffee ice cream instead. XD

So yeah the first 5 minutes of the new year, I managed to ruin my ice cream mixture by whisking a whole pint of cream and a full tin of condensed milk to the point that it curdled an' I ended up with what could be called; a bowl of dessert cheese. But I had more cream an' more condensed milk so I managed to whisk it all up without mekin a total balls of it.

In other news; I GOT A FUCKING CELICA!!!!! XD

I finally got my dream car on Thursday. A Metallic Blue 2004 Toyota Celica T-Sport. Int he bootiful? :) It's perfect for me because;
1: It's fast.
2: It's fast.
3: It's a coupe with only 4 seats so that means most people, especially the extra tall ones won't want to sit in the back for any length of time thus instantly making me exempt from ferrying everyone and their dog about.
4: Those two back seats fold down flat so that means less space for extra passengers, but only space for the driver and front passenger and the boot for shopping and...
5: It's fast.





Oh. And I just HAD to put in a New Car Scent Magic Tree in it. XD

There is one problem with it though. We think the back right wheel bearings are gone as it's making this mental droning sound, almost like a washing machine drum that's gone a bit wrong. Either way it won't take me an me dad long to fix. We are gonna tek it to the bloke who we bought our Surf's off an' see if his mechanics say it's the wheel bearings. But he'd charge a shitload for fixing it so that means well, we'd rather do it ourselves if it saves us some money. I also need to get a new stereo but that's not a priority right now.

And now I've totally forgot what else I were gonna to say. Oh well, it probably wasn't important anyway. Haha!