Vivien of Holloway and Tara Starlet also do fifties style stuff if that's what you're looking for. Dollydagger has a few dresses too.

I've got a shitty cold that has made me feel shitty all day. Work was full of morons and rude people who I would be ashamed of if they were my children. And my taglietelle portion wasn't big enough.

I spent 115 pound on Chili Pepper tickets- not only am I pleased to be going but I am also hysterically pleased that I can afford it without starving myself orrrr begging my mummy.

i understand fully how addiction works joe. its beatable, all addictions are. all it takes is willpower. she had the money to get help, apparently got help, and then relapsed. due to a lack of self control and will power. thousands of people beat their addictions without half the help she could aff...

It was a shit day until this was on my doormat.

Chili Pepper dates in November. I was a bit late to that party but woop.

A £176 cheque from the tax office. And shopping. Shit, that wasn't Sop- that was me. He has nothing to be happy about. I make sure of that. :lol: :lol: are you guys going to BOA this year? No! We're both working and can't get the time off. Which is a tit on a stick since its the first year we could...

MikeA wrote:A £176 cheque from the tax office. And shopping.

Shit, that wasn't Sop- that was me. He has nothing to be happy about. I make sure of that.

I bought cups and saucers. Which means tea in our house is now made using a pot. Which makes my archaic sensibilities exceedingly happy.

I didn't spend enough money.

I want hair extensions.

My payslip has come detailing my payrise and backdating business. Payday tomorrow and a half day so meeting a friend to blow my extra £200 in town. PLUS I've paid £15.00 student loan. Which is a very exciting development.

Why do I always feel the need to watch these hideous programmes on Channel 4 looking to educate us all on sex and bodily matters? It's like a disease that I have.

I'm sure I'll battle through. I'm not actually a wrestling fan- I am more comparable to one of those kids you see crying when Cena loses.

Pizza ordered, Sop sent out for cans and Raw downloaded. I am living a vile and gluttonous life. It is excellent.