Dear Diary

Those two words should be shot. Who ever got the impression that a blank book cared/appreciated being bombarded with ludicrosities (so not even a word) was quite clearly high. Also why do we feel the need to address an item of stationary with a title? Gahhhh these are the mysteries of life. Yawns. Snares and drugs

You know how sometimes you just put up with shit for so long you actually start convincing yourself that you don't care? Then you just wake up one morning and go what the fcuk..

Facebook says...

"You are Acid. Definitely very conventional and very predictable- you probably own a minivan and beige slacks. Just playing, you weren't expecting that now, were you? Or maybe you were... you never know with someone like you. You're vibrant, creative and well, insane. Your perception of reality differs from everyone else. Your relationship with the world is very love/hate. Not everyone understands you, which isn't surprising because you don't even always understand yourself. But there are times were you've figured out the universe. Temperamental? Yes. Bizarre? Unquestionably. But very, very intriguing"

My cat has cancer.

In 10 years.

Have to be honest. I suck at plans. Well actually I rock at plans, I'm the plan queen. Make new ones all the time, 3 today infact, some important, others really not.... Im just shit at actually keeping up with them. But no matter because I'm going to make a new one right now. (And the crowd goes wild...who am I kidding. Crowd...? Actual people?)

So 5 things in 10 years...

-I will be teaching or have taught in detroit.

-I will have choreographed at least 28 dances, all of which performed by professional dancers

-I will have found the most rugged part of England and had a small taste of Skins life. Yes I will take part in a 'Skins Live' party

-I will be happy as or at least have fully mastered the art of faking happiness so much that even I fall for it

-I will have met Rhys Darby, Rove, Obama, Peter Jackson, Christian Siriano and Harry Potter himself