it's like you're my mirror

(Y) ouch this is worse than it looks

IT'S THE DAY OF REST so i decided to coerce my friend into driving through miles of traffic and take us to ikea (again) on the busiest sales day it's ever seen. what a palava. after that, i thought it'd be good to do some more "heavy" DIY and, after slicing my thumb open, continue to add more stress mess to my room just because. pay day has come and gone thus so too has my will to go on living. i need new things to keep me happy and busy (what a horrible attitude) so you can take your day of rest and... enjoy it!!!!!

like buses, you wait ages and then hundreds come at once - "what the fuck have you bought?"

well there's a few things but we'll keep it brief because i feel like i talk far too much and don't listen enough. i realise there's only so much listening i can do via waiting for blog comments but i really am listening so reach out (and touch faith).

beak nose, grey beard 

i bought a new toothpaste because i hate my teeth at the best of times and now that my hair is white(r), they look even worse. the paste is from spain and very little of the information is in my native language but i can tell you a few things. a) it tastes about 30% minty and 70% alcohol handwashy b) it was really fucking expensive and c) it comes with an LED light. apparently something in the light reacts with the good bacteria in the toothpaste and it means your teeth get whiter without bleach or any other harmful things. does it work? buggered if i know but i'll give it a bash.

me and hayley put up a mirror!? it involved screwing several holes into my nearly pristine wardrobe but that's a tiny smudge on the bigger picture of eternal insecurity and vanity. whilst cleaning my old mirror, i took a sizeable skin slither out of my thumb and, having just gotten out of the bath, it's freshly bleeding :( either way, the new mirror is slim and semi polka dotty. it's a good size and not in the way of anything in my re-arranged room so let's give ourselves a round of applause.

i like boys

how many sets of fairy lights is too many? four? okay good because i bought my third today. red, heart shaped, powered by the mains, the list goes on (it doesn't) but they were fifteen bastard pounds which is extortionate. sit and swivel, ikea. it's lucky that my desk looks painfully cute dressed in their lovey glow isn't it? it took a lot longer than i had anticipated and i was exhausted from mirrorgate so take that into consideration. hayley's pernickety approach didn't help either. thanks boo. 

finally, remember i adopted that hamster yesterday and asked you to help me name him? you don't remember? stop where you are, click here, read about it, see his little face, think of a name and let me know really quickly. okay, back in the game.

..."what the fuck are you on about?"

slaying the scene

his official title is "señor santiago kessler del-maverik" which quite literally means 'the saint of culture who is independent, energetic and refuses to conform' but we'll call him "diego" for short. he's settling in really well and has decided to use the beautiful £4 strawberry house i lovingly bought him to shit in and instead sleeps in a pile of shredded toiler paper under his wheel. so, you can see he is cultured (stupid), independent (alone), energetic (eager to escape) and refuses to conform (won't go in his fucking house) WELCOME TO THE FAMILY DIEGO. thanks for all of your suggestions, basil and austin were great shouts and i'm saving them up for my next impending adoption.

the unlawful amount of lucozade i've ingested is wearing off but "mischievous". is it "mis-chee-vee-us" or "miss-cha-vuss"? i guess it's different strokes for different blokes but i tried to say it so many times that i don't know which is right anymore. looking at it again, i'm pretty sure it should be "miss-chee-vus" but that's an awkward hybrid of the two and the world is once again unbalanced xo