January 2010
47 posts
I got the cat back and a couple of glasses of pink champagne to boot. At about 3am I went downstairs to find people eating some sort of berry-based pie in my kitchen, drinking champagne, stroking the cat and talking to Rory. We have to start locking our doors.
New Year's Resolutions
1) Knit, sew and generally craft more.
2) Learn to cook!
3) Stick to my budget
4) Be a grown up
2010
I was babysitting this evening which turned out to be a really nice way to spend new year’s eve. Anyway, my story starts at the end of the night, about 2am…
My next door neighbours (who I was babysitting for) came home and told me that Rory, my other next door neighbour was trying to get into my house, whilst they were paying me he came into their house and just started having a...
December 2009
61 posts
Wish List
Floral tea dress
Navy blue shift dress
Heeled boots
Tube skirt (scary, I know).
Lace patterned tights
Plain blouse (probably white)
Wool
Sewing stuff
Notebook and stickers for uni
Dear Boy Next Door
Turn your irritating music off or at least down, I have a book to read!
I had to stop reading my book because I was close to screaming “YOU LOVE HIM, YOU DO LOVE HIM!” into the pages. Just having a nice cup of coffee and a calm down and I’ll get back to it. Deary me.
At the moment I’m reading North and South for my dissertation. I love it. Mr. Thornton has jumped ahead of Henry Tilney and Mr Knightley in my list of favourite Victorian era-ish male characters (bit of a vague list). Of course I haven’t read the whole book yet so its unclear whether he’s going to be better than Mr. John Knightley and Heathcliff… it’s looking...
anthony: also you look lovely, but also you look like a hippie
Honeykitten: I do not
anthony: your hair is huge
Honeykitten: I can't help ittt
anthony: It's fine, I'm just saying, you don't look like a dirty hippie. okay, you don't look like a hippie but you look like when princess leia goes to endor in return of the jedi let me get you a picture
Honeykitten: okay, this better be good. I've told you time and time again just to not bother trying to compliment me
anthony: http://www.rebelshaven.com/SWFFAQ/images/ewok/09.jpg
Honeykitten: go and have your shower
I’m back on the internet, finally. The modem arrived exactly at the time when Rossendale was beginning to grate on me and has now saved me from getting the first train back to Falmouth.
Many things have changed in my time without the internet. The Jackal is now 18 and this means I don’t have to go to Rossendale Booze to get him whiskey at the weekend. Also we have a new cat called...
I’m currently packing to go home for christmas which means I’m throwing an assortment of dirty clothes and books into laundry bags. Everything stinks of damp and there’s one bag that smells of sour milk. I think I’ve packed everything I need but I have a pretty slap dash approach, there’s something wrong with being all packed up for a month away in ten minutes. Should...
Definitely going to go on a diet starting tomorrow, which is in 25 minutes.
Ugh, staying alive is so hard.
1 tag
txtsfrmlstnght:
(954): Listen, Pinot Grigio got me pregnant. It can get you a boyfriend.
“Here’s to my vaginal health”
– Georgia Pitt, as she downs a pint of what looks like cranberry juice
It’s almost 3am and I am still wide awake. Perhaps I have turned nocturnal. I hate it when that happens. I’m kind of still doing work though, watching Fingersmith so I can talk about it in my seminar. Fingersmith is about mental, nasty victorian lesbians - or at least that’s how I have chosen to interpret it.
I ate so much rubbish today and now I feel a bit sick. I have a food...
Ah Domestic Sluttery, you just make me want to slip into a coma and wake up as a young married women with a brilliant job and a gorgeous house.
“But you can’t be a gypsy and a lady with a nice house!”
– Laura and Claire try explain the rules of life to me (via toomanyjumpers)
Yesterday, Kit, Claire and I sat in wetherspoons for most of the afternoon, spending the last of our money on value meals and making one beer last as long as possible…discussing being grown-ups, a subject talked about quite a...
“You are beautiful, but you are empty. One could not die for you.”
– Le Petit Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. (via windsweptribbons) (via suzywire) (via coolaccent)
“But you can’t be a gypsy and a lady with a nice house!”
– Laura and Claire try explain the rules of life to me
txtsfrmlstnght:
(510): I’m going to rise like a phoenix out of the drunken, shameful ashes that were last weekend.
txtsfrmlstnght:
(281): Her underwear doesnt even match. If youre going to be a face book whore at least have matching shit.
“I was messy. We were all messy because we’re all messes and this is why we’re...”
– toomanyjumpers.tumblr (via hellorobinson)
Found this in Claire's tumblr archives:
hellorobinson:
I feel like me and kit have been on some huge bender the last couple weeks, i guess starting after we handed in our essays. Trying to remember which days we went out and which we didn’t is hard, my mind is all a blur.
There was our day drinking skipped uni.. thursday? 4pm-4am deal Friday the worst hangover in the world ...
hysteria suits us
robinson says (00: 27):
i think i'll have a shots of coffee in the morning
robinson says (00: 27):
try and get a buzz without booze
Alleykitten says (00: 27):
im going to try and get wired on pink milk and egg
Alleykitten says (00: 27):
and jam
Alleykitten says (00: 28):
so much fucking jam
robinson says (00: 28):
ah fucking jam
Alleykitten says (00: 28):
i'll get you to shout "DOWN ITTT" at the bus stop and chug the whole jar
Alleykitten says (00: 28):
like a big, dirty pint
New Laptop
It’s shiny and it doesn’t have toast crumbs and lipstick all over it. I’m definitely almost a grown up right now.
I need to stop using essay week as an excuse to eat everything I come into contact with. I am so full right now that I might explode, and I most certainly will not fit into my new jeans.
Today I spent loads of money to help me forget about my looming 6000 word deadline (I have only written a very tiny 1600 words). I bought some shoes, some jeans, a blazer and some stuff that will hopefully stop...
txtsfrmlstnght:
(214): probably shouldnt have written that paper while wasted, its starts with once upon a time (972): i tried to stop you but you kept shouting “two birds with one stone!”
I need a daughter so I can read What Katie Did, The Railway Children, and Enid Blyton to her.
Honeykitten says:
why don't more people make jewelry and ornaments out of sweets
imagine a photo frame made out of smarties
robinson says:
i'm sure you could make that
i'm sure of it!
Honeykitten says:
your belief in me is touching
robinson says:
don't stop believin'
I HATE BEING THIS COLD
Honeykitten says:
yeahh
it's awful
for instance, I need a wee but can't go incase my bottom freezes to the toilet seat
robinson says:
we shouldn't have to worry about these things BUT THAT IS A LEGITIMATE WORRY
Honeykitten says:
I know!
It comes before my worry about whether I will pass my degree and after my worry that eating mainly breadcrumb based food will cause me to die in my late 20s
Anthony tricked me into letting him see me after I’ve been sat in PJs and my own filth for a good 24 hours by ringing me. If he had knocked I definitely would have just shouted “GO AWAY I AM GREASY AND WEARING TOO MANY OVER-SIZED ITEMS OF CLOTHING” through the letterbox. Then we sat in the kitchen and he pretended to be a dog for a while (too long, some might say). He made me try...
Concentrate, Hampshaw!
I have been staring into space for the last half hour. I’ve even done all the hard work now and just have to type up, this is the easy bit. Today I have had butterflies all day and I don’t know why. I hope it is over something good but I think most probably they are horrible butterflies of dread and I have subconsciously realised something terrible that my brain has yet to become fully...
“Worse, it was traditional to feel this way.”
– John Ashbery, Girls on the Run: A Poem
Thunder
dearoldlove:
I went out in a thunderstorm. See? I can brave the world on my own. I’d just preferred when I could do it with you.
txtsfrmlstnght:
(905): she just made a shot glass out of magazine paper. I love her.