iPhone Crew

This is sick:

I REALLY want one.

NOW.

Thanks :)

I fancy everyone and I'm always horny

According to wikipedia I fancy everyone and I'm always horny:

Now regardless of whether this is true or not, the point is you cant make sweeping judgements about people's actions like that.


I exaggerate my gestures because I'm extra and I used to want to be a actress. I mirror people's mannerisms when I like them or their face. I cross my legs and point my knee cos it's comfy and that's what girls are meant to do. My wrists always show because long sleeves irritate me. My hair is down to my waist so I'm always tilting my head then touching my hair or tossing it around in people's faces. I always adjust my clothes (mainly because they're squeezing me in all the wrong places). I laugh and I smile all the time - sometimes even when I don't want to (like if someone is annoying me but cos I like them I smile). I touch people when I talk to them because that's what Meds do and also I just like touching. Eye contact is actually the best thing ever and because my eyes are light green my pupil dilation is very obvious. And even if I do fancy you and even if I do wanna play scrabble with you, if everything you do makes my fucking pupils dilate, that's your fault not mine. So there.


Wikipedia SUCK OUT.

Being Nice :)

Today I got the worst hug ever.
But then it went a bit good so it was ok after.
Crappest hugs ever #fidead.

10 reasons why autumn/winter is better than summer

1) Socks.

2) Woolly hats. (Or if you're me, Russian hats).

3) Gloves.

4) Coats.

5) Scarves.

6) TIGHTS!!

7) Thighscrapers.

8)  An excuse to stay in and host dinner parties instead of going out and wasting money/time/your life.

9) An excuse to touch people up in an attempt to "stay warm" by using each other's body heat.

10) The season of my birth.

Oh Gosh

HIYA Frisco. HIYA.

HIYA :)

Did you know that 'debriefing' means going to a meeting. 
But I reckon if you said it in a bedroom instead of a work place it would mean something else.
Anyway.


HIYA :)

I'm back. Like back back. Back in London. The place where people have the best accents. The place where the queen lives. The place where it's acceptable to screwface people you don't know on the train. The place where boys say shit like "still" and "get me".


*sighs*


I'm here for the foreseeable future. AGAIN. I made my return exactly one week ago and whilst I wait for my humble abode to be refurbished and refurnished I'm jammin with everybody. I think I'm glad to be back. Mainly because the nomadic lifestyle and all the back and forth from the Midlands is finally over. It was getting tiring you know. I would love National fucking Rail to reimburse me for all the money I have given them over the past 8 months. Maybe I'll write them a firm but friendly letter filled with indirect threats. Maybe. But yeh. 


I work in an office in the city apparently - how fucking trendy am I? I go on lunch and to meetings and everything. It's really different than sitting in your pants all day writing about rudeboys and grime and staying up till 4am finishing your freelance and having bad for the soul iChats with lovers and haters. I haven't decided which I prefer yet but time will tell.


London hasn't changed much. Except TFL seems to get worse and worse as time goes by. I also wish all the suicidal pricks would make use of the Thames instead of jumping in front of trains and fucking up everyone's journeys. Selfish pricks. There's a perfectly deep and cold enough river for them to go and jump in to end their miserable existence so why must they abuse the underground like that? 


Also I remember why this place is so live - there's something to do every night. Last week I only stayed in on Monday night. And I drank alcohol every night from Wednesday to Sunday which is unusual for me.


It's nice so far. Except I miss my sisters.

Hi Eleni :)

Hi Skevi :)

So yeh. This week I've learned lots of new things. Also lots of things I already knew were reconfirmed. 


Did you know that:


1) In offices people actually do work. Can you believe it? They actually do stuff. Like I always thought they just sat around drinking cups of tea, eating biscuits, having banter and going on lunch to them bars filled with city people that think they're boom when really they're not.


2) I'm a MASSIVE lightweight. (Obviously not physically - I mean where a-a-a-a-a-alcohol is concerned).


3) In London everybody wants to be a somebody which is great because it means they have something to work for. The problem is that a lot of nobodies think they're a somebody and unfortunately this is just embarrassing. Be who you are and be happy. And if you're not happy then get happy. Most things are trivial anyway.


4) Eat. is better that Pret and Pret is severley overrated. And overpriced.


5) Because boys have a penis, apparently it means they are allowed to forget things, be indecisive and be complete head fucks.


6) Wine is the worst drink ever. But actually.


7) This week, about five thousand people I didn't know/recognise (not because I'm an ignorant bitch but because I forget to look at people's profile pictures etc.), saw me out and came came and said hi which was well nice :) When I responded with my usual "Hiiiiiiyaaaaa! You ok? what you doin?" Their response was "OH MY GOSH THAAAAT'S HOW YOU TALK?!" It was really funny - all five thousand times as well. They proceeded to tell my my accent is sick. I don't believe them but I will take the compliment.


8) Trying to be strong and brave is very hard. Especially when under the influence of tiredness and unjustified infatuation. Allow it.


9)London is full of fakes. Fake hair, fake nails, fake tan, fake designer bags but most of all FAKE PEOPLE. It's a shame for their lives. They must not know about karma yet.


10) Finally: You cannot trust ANYBODY. People are only nice to you when they want something from you and or if they think you have some kind of status or can gain something from you. Don't be fooled by people loving you off because it's quite likely that the minute you turn your back they will slag you off to their other "friends". I've witnessed enough bitchy behavior this week to tide me over until Christmas. And because I'm nice I don't understand it. Oh Well.


So yeh. Basically I'm in London. If you see me around then come over and say hi. I'm really nice. And before you ask, yes! that's how I talk :)

In case you didn't get the memo: they're going in

What I love most about Boy Better Know videos (besides for the obvious things like Jammer's face expressions, the 2 Aarons and OBVIOUSLY Frisco) is that they literally look like they are having THE BEST TIME OF THEIR FUCKING LIVES.

It's quite refreshing really. What with all the emotional bollocks about being hard, fucking people up and generally being moody we're accustomed to (because being happy is uncool apparently).

Ami Baby.

Nah but you can tattoo my special place with your 'needle' any day :)

*PAUSE*

A man that can piss me off and make me laugh in the same sentence = <3

Anyway I've got an epic blog planned for this weekend - it talks about the working world, hot sauce, boys, tiredness, Barry White, nose piercings, DJs, Carlos Santana, why nobody should ever go Uni and why everyone should stop trying to be a musician, DJ or journalist when they're really shit.

Keep it locked.

KISS x

Bring Back 90s RnB Part 3

BIG TUNE.