Tuesday, 19 January 2010

In the witching hour Of a tropic night, Did a careless moonbeam Leave you in its flight?

Ah fuck, I hate the exorcist. I never, ever want to see it! I only just need to see the girls face and I shit myself! It's quite ridiculous really, I'm overly scared of something I hardly know anything about. Jeez, it needs to be banned or something.

Why do I insist scaring myself senseless by watching "I believe in ghosts: Joe Swash."? I don't usually get scared of ghost programmes it's just cause he showed the exorcist girl >.<

I had a lovely bath today come to think of it I don't actually remember the last time I just relaxed in the bath. I've always been in a rush for college when I've been in the bath.
But today I laid there read some of my book, washed my hair and shaved my legs uber chilled out. Lovely. I need to make a habit of it I think.

I'm missing Matthew a lot today, I haven't spoke to him for nearly 2 days since his laptop is broken and his long hours at work this week.
Finally he came online, I feel so much happier now!

I really don't know what else to say, bushface is a legend.

Goodnight reader.


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