"Last night I had the strangest dream...

...everything was exactly how it seemed"

Only it wasn't.

Instead of dreaming of best mate Amy Winehouse, Kiki here dreamed she had a friend in the U.S.

His name was Russel. In the dream, I called him. Yeah, international long distance call. From my godparents house.

Russel was nice. Right after I hung up he sent me flowers. They were purple.

And all of a sudden the godparents house turned into some sort o YMCA.

With badminton fields. And swimming pools.

Half asleep, I worried about how I was going to explain having called a friend in the U.S.

Last post was a modafucking rant.

But but I meant it. I am truly worried. I'm probably traumatised.


FUCK YOU STUPID BLUE EYED BASTARD FOR RUINING MY LOVE LIFE TO BE.


Okay, not entirely his fault. But I didn't have the chance of telling him all I wanted. So I'll just randomly add insults directed to his person whenever I feel like it.







I had coffee this morning. Just about 15 minutes ago. That's RARE. I basically only drink coffee when I want to, hm, wake up.


Tea tea and coffee
Helps to start the day
Tea tea and coffee
Shaking all the way
City's alive and, surprise, so am I
Tea, tea and coffee
Get no sleep today
(Blur - You're So Great)



I'm off. I have loads of things to do. Such as cleaning cat's piss.


AWESOME.