Hats with big ears

All I want

Gave this post that title because I only just discovered (well a few weeks ago) that the yeah yeah yeah's have a Christmas song, named so. I don't want to admit it, but I like the other all I want for Christmas more. Never thought I would see the day that I said I liked Mariah Carey over YYY's. The heart wants what it wants.

Its almost 1am, I woke up at about 10am this morning after going to sleep at 4. Sleeping pattern was starting to turn nocturnal, sleeping late and staying up late. In conclusion, I'm pretty surprised that I haven't just crashed by now. I think thats the point I was trying to make.

Got my hair cut last week. Not the most exciting news in the world, but it had gotten very very long, and the ends were getting pretty damaged and I only really got it cut because it needed cutting. Its still long I guess, but it feels short to me. Its what a wanted but I do kind of miss it now its gone, ha. I will miss random strangers stopping me in the street to ask "is that your real hair?!".

One last hair related anecdote, over the last year or so I've started going grey! Sounds more dramatic than it is, I actually only ever found three or four little ones lurking around my fringe, but a little while ago I found one, single, long grey hair mixed in with all the rest. Its pretty funny.

(before the cut!)

Now that its winter though, I get to cover my head with this bad boy! 

I've gathered a lot of hats lately. Really big hats with big ears attached. The picture of that one doesn't really do it justice, its absolutely huge in person. And fluffy. It actually reminds me of Roxy. I post the other hats later. 

Unrelated to everything else, but I watched a documentary on Netflix (I GOT NETFLIX RECENTLY. ITS CLASS) today called Brother's Keeper. I've mentioned it too late cause according to them, its only on there till today (the 15th) But it was really strange and interesting and I don't know what to make of it, so if anyone reading this has watched it, come forth so we can discuss it! Google it if you're intrigued, I could describe it myself right now but it probably wouldn't make any sense. 

Rambling now and not tying anything in this post together properly. Going to bed for 12 hours, 

T'rah!

Stuff and nonsense

Every day

Every day I feel better.

La la life

It seems that I've totally abandoned my blog for the last, pretty much year, except for when something "big" is going down.

Something big is going down.

The boyfriend that broke my heart earlier this year has succeeded in doing it again, obviously ripping my heart out once wasn't enough. I found a picture online of him kissing another girl quite recently.

Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.

In conclusion, I only found this out 24 hours ago and I will write more about this when I can gather everything up a little bit more, for now, please provide plenty of sympathy/man bashing/stories of your own heartbreak.

K thx

Sunshine lollipops and rainbows

I am writing this blog at 10.30 on a Saturday night. I am free and have actual time to myself. At 10.30 on a Saturday night.

I did it, I quit my shitty job. And I feel  FREE AND BEAUTIFUL.

:)

I officially hate my job...

Coming out of blog retirement to announce (and whine that) I absolutely completely fully totally totally fucking despise my job, and everybody I have to come into contact with in that shit hole on a regular basis. The Chinese are the biggest bunch of cunts I've ever met, the muslims are mostly arseholes too, one particular will only eat halal meat, yet spends hours and hours in there gambling (and demanding free shit without even a please or thank you) English middle aged women, they're a bag of cunts too. Poker players probably top the lot though, think of the cuntiest motherfuckers you can ever meet, then times it by 42. That's poker players.

Right I'm stopping here. I didn't actually ever go into blog retirement, I'm just very very lazy these days. Probably because of the fucking horrible hours I'm always working, rendering me exhausted when I finally do get my paltry two days off a week, usually after working 6 or 7 shifts in a row. But I do intend to blog more, because its been a long time, and actually I have a few updates to mention.



Did I mention I hate my job?

Not just because I love Bon Iver...