I don't discriminate against Dickheads

I had a dream last night, but I don’t remember what it was about, nor do I remember whether it was a dream or a nightmare. But I do know that for some reason I wanted to go back to sleep, to get back into the dream and get some closure on it. That’s as close to a wanky arty self- obsessed blog post as you will get from me. I should just tell it like it is… I was sleeping deeply and the alarm woke me up. There. Much more to the point. Took out the wanky and the arty, leave in the self- absorbed.

I’m going clothes shopping tonight with my mum. I really don’t like going clothes shopping, probably because I would rather go shopping for other things! I’m also a stealth shopper… go in, get what you want, get out quickly. Clothes shopping is about browsing, and touching, and trying. So not my style.