Just call me Betty the Bag Lady ...or Billy No Mates. I'm stuck between the two. You see tonight I wanted to get the hell out of my old evil flat and get the hell into my heavenly new one...but it seems I have had an incredible amount of bags and unfortunately a lack of friends. And the peepz I know here were all busy or goddamn unreachable. So tonight was rather eventful. Not only was I kaaaanackerooneyd from a day in the field but I ended up making three trips back and forth moving in.

I really don't know anyone so unlucky and clumsy as moi. So to add to the growing list of unbelivable incidients.... the garden gnome and whatever else has happened to me lately, we can also add tripped over big fat bag into the wall and ripped the ol' work pants right on the butt. I caught a right good look of a cheek in the mirror beeeehind me. That was a nice treat. NOT. So anyways, the pants are gonna have to be binned :( boooooo. And I either have brown kack ones which me no likey or quite fancy pants which I would look perhaps a weee too smart in. Probably just wear my own clothes over the next few days.

Oooooo I bought me a guitar. Woop woop woop. I'm gonna learn and sing and be happy because lately I've realised just how much importance I place on finding people to make me a chappy who's happy but really the responsibility lies in my hands. I need to make me a perky perkerson and like - live life to the glass half full and not half empty. So from this moment onwards I'm gonna take matters into my own hands and woah, I bloody love Elvis. Can't crank it off. Return to sender. Choo choo choooooooooneo. Love it aiight eat that. Yeah so happy happy happy. Despite whatever clumsyness comes my way, no matter what some people say, no matter what - I will wear a smile, even if I am breaking inside. And do you know what that means - green eggs for brekky tomorrows mmmmmmmmmm yummy. Gotta be strong for all that malarky.

K I'm goosed. Lying in bed and typing is more taxing than you know after trapsing across town 3 times and singing not just in my noggin but outloud - no more shy Sara J. Nopey nope I was singing loud n proud whilst waiting for the Ubahn. Naturally a low song - still can't hit those high notes. In any case sucks ass all that carrying dude. Just gonna listen to forvever young, love the version by the youth group and the sleepies. Foooook I want a hug and a banana jokes jokes, I'll have me one for brekky. kbye