» Kids

My sister
She never had a way with words.
When she was a little kid one of my mum's friends popped over for some reason. Door bell rings and my sister goes tottering off to answer it. We then hear high pitched girlish screaming as she comes blasting back through the living room door.
The look on her red chubby face was of complete terror as she screamed and pointed in the general direction of the door 'A BLACK MAN.. MUM.. THERE IS A BLAAAAAACK MAN'.

Took my mum ages to calm her down and assure her that no, he wasn't there to do whatever bad things she thought a black man would do to a six year old girl. My sister just wouldn't let my mum let him in the house.

She tended to embaress my mum alot. On holiday once we were walking back to the hotel. Her clinging on to my dads hand when an incredibly fat woman wobbled out of a doorway infront of us. Cue hysterical finger pointing and doubling up fits of laughter. My sister was rolling round on the floor shouting 'But look.. she is so wobbly..hahahaha'

She also went through a stage of telling my dad what a big condom he was.

Oh that reminds me when we got a bit older my parents thought it was time for the birds and the bees talk. My sister was in earshot for most of the conversation, i was painfully embaressed but also quite switched on about what my parents wanted to hear. They asked 'When do you think you should wait to have sex with someone?' I cleverly replied..'when your in love with someone'.

My sister then piped up with 'Just when it gets dark'.
(Sat 19th Apr 2008, 15:27, More)

» The nicest thing someone's ever done for me

Thank You
When i was fourteen my grandfather died completely out of the blue. It shocked me to my foundations. This was the one person who kept me going and made me feel safe within my painfully destructive family home. He more or less raised me and supported me through all my decisions. Even though i can't have made any huge life changing decisions at that age i still feel as if he did his best for me in every situation.

He died and i felt incredibly alone. I was angry, broken and afraid. My relationship with my mother was violent and crippling. I had no support and my friends found me difficult to deal with. They didn't really know what was going on behind closed doors at home so i can't blame them for anything.

I stopped going to school and just spent time sitting around town reading, drinking and thinking about what i should do. Making more and more a mess of things.

One day i was sat on a bench in the middle of the battered shopping precint. I don't remember what was on my mind or what i was supposed to be doing that day. I heard the jangling of coins and keys behind me. Something my Grandfather used to do absent mindly alot. I looked up to see an old man, probably of a similar age of my grandfather. He just smiled and said 'Don't worry, you will be okay. He still belives in you'.

I have no idea who that man was, or what urged him to say that to me. But Thank You. A part of me then thought somehow that was my Grandfather talking to me. Just giving me one final push and letting me know i wasn't alone even though he was gone.
(Wed 8th Oct 2008, 2:03, More)

» Guilty Pleasures, part 2


I have a few..

I like to drink juice out of tiny little glasses or tea cups meant for dolls.. and i stick my little finger out when i do it.

Mini Chedder mush sandwiches, i eat one get it all mushy and then kinda spit it out onto another mini chedder then place another on top.. only to then eat it and do it again and spit it out on another etc..until the packets all finished.

Celebrity Gossip!

Developing films that have been left in old cameras.

Picking holes in the bottom of my feet.

Sniffing things.

Reading paranormal message boards and scaring myself late at night and having to run away and hide under my covers.. this is the latest thing to freak me out. Obviosly fake... but the video lingered in my mind walking home late from the train station i really did expect it to come stumbling out from behind a bin.

www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article902014.ece

I also like wearing tights in the bath..
(Fri 14th Mar 2008, 21:58, More)

» Cheap Tat

i hate poundland
Today i had the pleasure of dragging my self out of bed at 4am to go to work in a kingdom of crap known as a pound store. I'm an auditor for a fairly big inventory specialist group and was sent on my way to a store in SE London with my waistcoat and tool belt like thing. Seven hours i spent in that store, doing the shop floor first which was fine although it was pretty surprising the amount of people banging on the door at half eight or whatever time it opens demanding to know why we wouldn't let them in. How desperate must you be to rush out in the early hours to get to a pound shop?

Upstairs it got worse.. i was put in the toiletries section and i can honestly say i'm not so keen to buy my super cheap hygiene/beauty products from them now (everything was coated in grime and dust and smelt horrid). Boxes and boxes of stuff chucked in with all sorts, old sun cream lotion, glitter gels, shaving foam had exploded leaked and soaked into every crevice it could possibly sneak into. Out of date chocolates/drinks spilling out of boxes with new ready for shop floor stuff. In a word .. GROSS. Not to mention all the rat traps under the shelving and racks. Oh and not forgetting the rat/mouse poo that was in these boxes along side all the delightful little items they sell for a pound. Nice eh?
(Mon 7th Jan 2008, 16:12, More)