The writer not the ozzie blogger - currently reading his one and only book (he was mostly known for his poetry).

Currently peeving off friends by not going to loads of stuff with them

Sorted out Doggyblogs christmas party outfit (I have loads of stuff so I lend it to friends)

Avoiding the male population because I can’t be bothered with the gameplaying

I’m just amused,

Got to love Doggyblog she keeps telling me that I am one of the most stunning woman she has met (I think we need to all group together and get her lazer eye surgery)

How do I feel at the moment - moments of clarity really smack me on the ass and it all boils down to how you read things

This blog as usual has no point but isn’t that the point