She's doing it again, falling for someone she can't have, tut tut. Somebody stop her before she spends lots of money on plane tickets to America. One unhappy moo. :-( ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ugh, I need to wash my greasy mop thing (hair) but I haven't got my straighteners to sort it out in the case of it resembling a... well, a not so greasy mop thing. Damned GHDs!! Why did you have to blow up and leave me alone in this cruel world to fend for myself?! Why?! I shall have to iron it. And when I say iron, I mean get an actual ironing iron and use shear brute force to iron my hair flat. Serves it right, stupid hair. I'm playing a concert tonight and I've managed to get pollen (yes, fucking pollen, the hayfeverous, yellow stainingous bastard) on my white shirt. I am now in fits of giggles 'cause I just spelt shirt, shit. Which it might as well be now...