"You PMS like a bitch, I would know"... The hormones have been playing up a bit again today, nothing too serious though. Just the occassional mood swing. Bring on the new pill on Sunday. It has to work, it has a pink pack!
This morning was a sad morning. I went downstairs for my good morning greeting from the doggies but when I got there the gate was open. First thought was, of course, which idiot left the gate open and which room have the dogs got trapped in today? But then, although Gizmo the Spaz would take this opportunity for escape and territory marking [generally every bed he can get to before he is caught], Corrie the Genius generally likes to lie in her bed and await praise for being a good girl. So chances of both of them escaping were low. Now, either some foul play had gone down... or it was hair cut time. It was long overdue. But after the woolly beasts I had become accustomed to, the naked dogs that returned were quite a shock. Of course, Spaz came running up to me to show off his funky new look. Corrie seemed a bit more shy about her new cut, embarrassed by her nakedness perhaps. She no longer looks like a westie, more like a sheared sheep. Still has her adorable food stained beard though, and looks much more full of life than the blinded dog that left this morning... although the harsh cut does make her look a lot more delicate and fragile than before. Those little legs could break any minute.
So, today I thought it was about time I was freed from the prison that is my bedroom. So I went in to town. I wandered down with the Pussycat Dolls singing to me, about what sounded like making a sex tape. I had very little to do in town other than go to the post office, but just as Gizmo likes to visit the beds every time he gets the chance to be free, I felt I should visit all my own terrirtory spots. I have limited funds so I avoided clothes, I cannot leave without something. But no matter how much will power I have, I can never avoid Boots. I'm still rather unforgiving of the fact that I spend ALL my money in there but they wouldn't even give me a Christmas job. But I did have a voucher for No7 so with all the money I spend in there I felt it was only fair that they give me good quality make-up for bargain prices. It was bluddy cold out today though and I was only wearing a tshirt under my coat so I decided to take the bus home. I would have waited for the next one if I had known there would be a girl discussing every aspect of her personal life on it. And not quietly.
After this exciting day out, I did very little. I created myself a new playlist on iTunes full of songs to make me smile and motivate me, a compilation Bridget Jones herself would be proud of. I have also been contemplating the future of my fringe. This week I havn't been 'feeling it' but then today, when I actually bothered to put in the effort to doing my hair properly for human viewing, I actually do quite like it. But the maintainence? I'll have to stick with it a few more weeks at least, the boyfriend would more than likely cry if I denied him of it so soon after treating him to it. I'm not really sure what to do with myself tonight, or the rest of the weekend without the boyfriend. A few hours which he would normally fill and I'm already out of ideas for how to entertain myself. Mother asked me to go shoe shopping with her tomorrow, but with limited shops and certainly no beautiful Louboutin shoes to stare lovingly at I can't imagine it will live up to my Sex and the City dreams. A nice fun outing with mother before a night out with the friends though so its all good 
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Favourite Song Lyric_ Life is a flower so precious in your hand, Carry on smiling and the world will smile with you
