Tails from the Bark Side

I woke up (too late) to find the spots on my cheek had 'filled up' again. The tummy ache I've had for 3 days was still nagging away. Didz had pooed in the lounge again. Someone in a Micra bumped me at the roundabout. I got stuck in traffic everywhere and was late for everything. The car reeks of petrol and needs to go to car hospital again. I need a new one but the money I had saved all went on car insurance and our silly pop music. I managed to cover the spots and to arrange my stupid mop of hair into something that resembles the hairstyle of a human, but then I looked up in the mirror and caught my reflection with herp-derp eyes looking in different directions, and I just started sobbing. I'm ugly, nearly thirty and I have no money; my stuff is all breaking, I've filled my life up with all sorts of meaningless stuff but I'm still just so BORED of EVERYTHING... I don't do anything worthwhile with my life/ability/creativity, I just bumble around being a cleaner and then I come home and eat, and I'll probably no friends left soon either because I've just publicly spat the dummy over the fact that I've just come home and looked at Facebook to find that my friend has royally stepped on my toes by announcing a party on the day she knew I wanted to get everyone together for a meal... and the banana and yoghurt loaf I'm baking won't cook in the sodding middle.

Not impressed. It's all hormonal of course; I do wish my body would stop being all female about the place.

Still, today when I was in the park with Max and Holly and Lucy, I noticed that the autumn leaves are really pretty. Then Jeremy Vine had a feature about them. A lady e-mailed to say that she was walking in the park and the colours made her cry, which made me cry, because things like that make me cry too. I often feel like I don't love or care about anything, but then I cry over the colour of leaves. What.

( Yay, trees. )

Oh, and I'm doing NaNoWriMo. I think. I've always wanted to. I'll probably give up by tomorrow. Oh, and my friend and I just worked things out by text. Oh, and



the loaf came out alright in the end. That bit sliced off there? See it? Just there, steaming away? IN MY BELLY. :D

( Ramblings r us. )

Anyway last night I had an awesome dream, that me and Jeannie and Ellie and Steve were going from Ringwood to Southampton in heavy snow, in Steve's old Fiesta, with seven dogs. Hilarious. Jeannie got in the front with Ellie (who was still a baby in my dream) and I got in the back with the dogs. We were listening to Iggy Pop, really loudly, and the car kept sliding around on the ice and we crashed loads, but it didn't matter? It was like a bumper car. Ronnie was there, and Zac, Riley, and Max and Maggie I think. Funny as fuck. Aw, I miss all those people.

I'm looking for a new car (which is probably why I dreamt about one!) Keep a look out for some bargains for me? I'm thinking Japanese, estate, petrol, cheap...