Why do I need a subject anyway?

All plans that were made yesterday went out the window completely when it turned out an old mate from Uni had materialised in town. This lead to a delightful night of catching up, gay bars, bitching and slapping Chris Tarrant. Also managed to sneak a Mof in there too, but fell short of burlesque.

Plans today therefore became a tad fuzzy and bewildered. Managed lunch and the buying of bras (shiny lilac cleavage goodness!), got put off mowing the lawn by scary looking cloud and sudden onset of sleepiness. Sheep will be happening soon. Still not figured out how to make garish socks look sexy, am hoping new bra will help.

Plans that were made earlier in the year and looked like they may be turned upside down by unforeseen circumstances appear to be very much back on track again. Until this is confirmed I am saying nothing but a small and hopeful "woot".

I appear to be helping spread the corruption that is twitter. This pleases me greatly.

Today I also failed at writing, physics and poetry, but am winning at margarita! Also totally failed at cool - next door's teen thing has been blasting out girl bands all day. Was ashamed to find myself singing along, mildly terrified when I realised I knew all the words...