AT SOME STAGE IN MY LIFE, I WANT TO HAVE MY SHOES ARRANGED LIKE THIS IN MY HOUSE... IN THE ROOM WHERE I KEEP MY CLOTHES

further development...

Feel like I might explode, got uterus up to my ribs and little Elvis embraces every opportunity to kick them. My bedtime is his playtime. Made a very silly decision to eat less chockolate and more dried fruit, as a result my room smells distinctively of fart... I've had to escape, so now it's back to celebrity big brother, then desperate housewives and a bit more chockolate... I seem to remember hearing that if you eat lots of chockolate during pregnancy you'll have happy babys... yes.

On a light note...

I really really wanted to start this post on a scrrrreaming "WHY DO MEN HAVE TO BE SO FUCKING STUPID SOMETIMES!!!", but decided against it. Cause: "I'm above it". And they really aren't, poor bastards, they're just boys. And boys will be boys, and thats how we love them, right? Yes, we do, lovely little buggers...

Instead, let's talk about something else. Like, there's a pregnant lady on the cover of "Britain's no.1 glossy" this week. Yep, we are hip laydeez, me and my homegirls, you know, Angelina, Gwynnie, we're the coolest chicks in town. This glossy even goes on about this hot new trend, clothes that look like maternity wear... weird stuff... I wouldn't be cought dead in that dress, pregnant or not...

Anyway, I'm struggling to find fun stuff to write about these days, got no good party stories for you guys... selavi, I'm sure I'll make up for it in a few months... or a year or so... Can just see it: Aaaand it's party time, now with baby puke in hair....

I haven't been to the sales at all this time (good girl), but I have bought vintage clothes for about £330 in the last couple of weeks... yep, more on that later... exciting stuff...

I'm hiding in my room right now, cause Puma and our other flatmate are interviewing my potential replacement... so I'm just writing silly stuff, like... I'm hooked on celebrity big brother these days - never thought that would happen to me, but apparently there's a first time for everything... and... God my room is a mess... I was going to start packing yesterday (cause you know, Spikey and me are moving in together), but you know how it is, you start emptying your closet and you find all these things that you'd forgotten you had and it's all very exciting and you try things on (only nothing fits me anymore) and all of a sudden it's getting late and everything is lying on your bed and it's time to go to bed so you just throw everything on the floor... know what I mean? Anyway, I think she's gone now, so I'm gonna catch the rest of cbb...

A girl's girl

Aaahh, that's much better! After all, you may put a boy inside the girl, but you will never take the girl out of the girl!!!

OH BOY!

It's a boy! Thought I'd celebrate by changing the look of my page to a bit more masculine one...