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June 22, 2008

SO EFFING GROSS

In the mood for DIY today after my astrology reading said that I can be lazy today and only attend to the essentials. So I decided to clean out all the waste pipes in the bathroom from the sink and shower. The picture above is just from the sink. That is a matted mess of hair, toothpaste and grout and got knows what else. It smelt fucking rank.

My mother keeps calling me and I keep avoiding her. I have nothing to tell her other than I’m broke, my neck hurts and I’m looking for a new job but can’t sit at the computer for too long. I’m not in the mood.

Last night at WORK IT was a real drag for various reasons. But I was able to conclude that XXCENSOREDXX is no longer the worst dressed girl in London. After only seeing XXCENSOREDXX in TWO outfits, she has superseded the original horror with a devastating skill. Really really bad. So apologies to the first worst dressed girl. I actually think you are quite pretty for what it is worth.

I was so distracted by trying to have a good time when really I wasn’t last night that I didn’t even think to test the smell of this. I wonder if it really smelt of baby powder!!

When I first woke up this morning I felt like another lead weight had been added to my load when I thought some random cat had puked in my back yard Рthe same cunty cat who broke the cover for my kitchen strip light perhaps?! Рbut no it turned out to be just a water logged slice of wholegrain bread my neighbours had thrown into the garden along with all the other shit they throw, when not yelling at their dog or singing Fr̬re Jacques to their kid atonally.

And to cheer myself up, I am reposting this song from September 2007

Best song ever.

xx Lektrogirl

June 13, 2008

MY UPSTAIRS NEIGHBOURS

It’s 3.50am and I’m blogging from my phone. Let me tell you what really bugs me about my upstairs neighbours. One of them REALLY snores really loud. It doesn’t help that I had fantastic coffee at Sean Paul’s girlfriend’s house last night keeping me awake – or that my head is bouncing around between spiritual taxi rides, apologies, wanting to have a baby (I KNOW!!!), wondering ‘what ifs’, wondering where my life will go next. But I would actually prefer to hear my neighbours fucking than the mronic breathing of someone who is reatively hot.

i still don’t know the name of their child – Coco the dog is still there – but I saw the child with his mum outside the Whittington and it’s a boy. Coco is definitely not a good name for a guy unless he’s a clown.

i think they have woken themselves up with their snorig. I might try sleeping again. And with a bit of luck, the neighbours might start having a fumble – cause it is about that time of night, isn’t it.

xx Lektrogirl

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