TERRORDOME MELTDOWN

God I walked into my flat tonight and just thought "I CANT TAKE THIS ANY MORE WHO AM I FOOLING??!!"

I was just in the West End buying a suit thinking "Yer dress my age so together life is good" and I get home and am greeted by the Terrordome Meltdown aka "my flat" with polystyrene, tools, ironing board, sewing machine, turntables, computer, lamps, cables, craft supplies, a door, clothes [clean and wet, clean and dry, dirty] in a layer all over the place, pattern pieces, half sewn pieces of clothes and the whole place smells like a turgid pussy's pussy cause I cooked fish for dinner last night and didn't clean the frying pan. At least there are no old tea cups here and there.

But fuck me - will I ever grow up? To the sound track of R Kelly's album 'Double Up' I'm going to get stuck in tonight and have a clean up shit fit [I did mop the kitchen floor yesterday - I know! Incomprehensible!]

Sorry I have been so absent lately - I was too busy being busy to get round to blogging - it's tough being all Sheena Easton but I have 6 months of debt to pay off. But other news in brief - the ignoring vortex from The Troll is over which was all pretty yawnsville, Superduck has a poo story that he is too embarrassed about to even tell me - I might tell him the one about Noodles on the train to see if I can exchange it out of him, some dirty Japanese woman left her used sanitary towel in the toilets of Liberty today [don't worry I took a picture], hmmmm I know I have some top gossip about a celebrity as well but I can't think of it right now.

xx Lektrogirl