Lost in the artic tundra

Why do parents say things like this? My mum did last night, she thumped on my door crazed like a FBI member seeking some sort of taliban fugitive. I was scared to say the least and asked what was up, "TURN YOUR F*UCKING TV DOWN, CAN HEAR IT FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE STREET" Sureeeeeeee she could, exageration much?

Im currently watching Russell Brands Ponderland, how amazing is this man btw?

^There's a photo for you, just because Im nice like that, and I like to stare at him....lots.

Today was another of those mudane, listful days of waking up/college/work/laptop/food/ those ones you dont really want to know about because basically they are crap.

Do you have one of those friends, that are brutally honest and a little harsh? But you've been friends for years so the desire to scream PISS OFF at them doesnt quite make it from thought to reality? I have one of them, known her since year 7 (that's aged 11 for anyone who doesnt use the same system as my schooling) and we now work together along with my best friend...she drives so I kindly offered to donate a tenner a month to the petrol fund, its only a ten minute drive so I felt that suffiecient enough and my friend did the same. It was all hunky dory, (though being a money grabber the way I am I did begrudge handing in a whole ten pounds, the queens face glaring at me as if im some tratiorous beast trading her in for diddly squat.) until she turns round as says she needs an extra ten pound-each. Queue previously mentioned PISS OFF thought process.....Bloody loan shark taxi driver.

At the moment Im just outta the shower- VERY behind schedule. In preparation for a weekend of sex drugs and rock and roll. Well really just rock and roll, Im just like a nun you see *hides huge amounts of porn and herion* < Disclaimer: The previous comment is not true, Im totally 87% innocent. The weekend shall be booze filled and I shall be spending it with some of the most amazing people on the world, three of which are travelling down from Scotland, 1 from Essex, 1 from Yorkshire and 1 from Manchester. I rarely get to see them as we all live so far away, so im in preparation for an absolutley fantastic weekend....Ill probably plough u all with pictures......Or only 2 blogs in am I not famous enough just to fill u with drunken pictures in hope u return?

As a final thought *rubs hands in glea*
"badhairdaysmakeyoustronger [Member]
2008-02-21 @ 18:56

Well, I'm coming back for the pictures.
Not that I know who the guy is(it's a guy, right?) but I like his aura. Yes, that's why I'll be coming back." HA! HA! HA! my plan worked

So here it is.....the pic of the day of the fantastically beautiful Noel Fielding <3 ... (from a BBC3 comedey called The Mighty Boosh and a stand up comedian for anyone else who doesnt know who he is"

Talie xxxX

I suppose this is it, that first post that makes you either turn around clutching your pants and running in the opposite direction or that one makes you continue to munch on those ever present Jaffa Cakes and continue to read the drivel I have imposed upon your computer screen.....Hopefully for my sake (and maybe your's whos to know yet Its the latter)

Im not entirely sure as to why it is im writing this, probably as Im too lazy to pick up a pen and find the diary keys to my Tinkerbell diary (Yes I still have an obsession for cutesy girly Disney princess stuff - Because of that very deep dark confession I shall need to add lashings more of emo esque eye liner and rock out to Biffy Clyro)

Sooooo In good old style, lets start this with a proper good old fashioned diary way....

Today I went to college, My head of year Samantha Smith (beast of a woman she is big fat arse and ever present facial hair) decided to sit me down and have a one-to-one these are both rather indimidating yet extremley comical in the same notion. She asked me a few deep questions (I think she would have a propped a bed for me to lean back on a digress my inner soul if it wasnt for the fact I was tapping my feet with dire desperation to escape her tomb office)expressed how she has such great hopes for me then tells me how I appear cocky - and that's not a good trait in anyone - especially a young adult, she highlighted YOUNG adult a hundred times, just to make sure I had established she was addressing me as an adult and not as a child but still with that same ME>YOU notion attached to the hierachy of school and staff. After Id scarped from her office converse laces trailing too scared to stop incase she imposed herself onto me again (I think she may have lesbian tendecies she licks her lips a lot when speaking to females, either that or she's a cannibal and has a taste for the good old XX chromosones)....

After the drone that is college (same old same old) I trudged home with a friend of mine called Clif, he's notorious round these parts, (Id probably be shot if it was discovered I was divuldging that I knew him and his dodgy doings on an online website - Oh well we all must live dangerously!) But yes he is a dodgy fellow, not in the quaint moustache eye patch and floor length mac kinda dodgy, more in the supplying acid and E to companions on the side way. After he left me on my door step in a polite gentleman fashion I bickered with my mum for a bit, we do that a lot nowadays its tiresome and boring and Ive resorted to reciting mighty boosh crimps in my head when she does this just to make them pass quicker.
Afterwards descent upon laptop was necessary, think i have a slight addiction to the net, but Ive not been made aware of IA (Interent Anon) meetings yet, so for the time being Ill just pretend its "normal"*

I only have the luxury of an hours break before I have to goto work with the wicked witch of the west midlands that is Xena (dont know her last name) headcleaner at my evening job, she hates me as I have a higher IQ level than her, don't speak like a farmer, and won't still be cleaning when Im 70, so she tries to make my life as tough as possible, so the ear phones go in and the simon james and hill Kerrang show helps me escape to monotounous hours of Vacing, collecting cups, scrubbing toilets and emptying sacks (the plastic kind, not the rude kind prostitutes help dispose off)

Then to Laptop land i go again - until I stumbled upon this very site....of which I am now...and shall therefore leave for the night

I realise I have just basically given you a crap receipt of my day which unfortunatly doesnt have a 16 day gurantee on it which means Ha you cant take it back....Im like Dr Evil, a planner of evil deeds only slightly less bald, and without a midget doppleganger...so not very like him at all really.

And as a way to encite you back, heres a drop dead gorgeous picture of Noel Fielding, I shall include one everyday....its my genius way of making you return

Au Reviour

Talie xxxX

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