Sunday, 30 March 2008


yeh i figured i should post this, esp as teh mel has posted hers!!

shopping summary:

yes i did spend more! ek! bad mince!

I got... 2 cute nail polishes in bright yellow & orange (i now have a neon set) yay!!

...and the belt i mentioned earlier, which goes really well with this cute mini black dress i found in miss selfridge... shame i can't find the picture on their website but it's tres cute...

also a little lemon yellow t-shirt with hearts and dots (yeh a bit kiddie but meh!) and some cropped black combats for working the fields in the summer (can't wait!)

o and a cool hoodie, which is apparently against AIDS. I've never had clothing that was for or against anything before and it is interesting. but i don't like AIDS either.

and finally... (finally) the coverted PURPLE VEST TOP that colly has been unable to equip me with! result!!


Sooooooooooo boring - but i have been doing this the last 2 evenings, i wish i wuz a rich girl, but yeh, i need to make up for all that naughty shopping somehow!!! Maybe later i will post some more craved clothes...

I can't believe i'm blogging about this, v dull topic...

I can now post 4 things before i start to chew my own arm off in boredom. nom nom nom

Biting the Belt

This is quite a lame post, so if you were after something amazing and insightful... er.. well that's never been what goes on on this blog so go somewhere else...

Anyhoo, it's been about a thousand years since the world started wearing massive belts around their hips, you know, the ones that don't actually hold up ur trousers, but just chill atop ur top looking snazz...
now i never went for these, basically cuz i don't like my waist, and i'm not buying into anything that attracts attention to my squidgy tummy. noooo waaaay but t'other day in ippers avec le snowmantelle, i found a big ol' belt in primark and it was £3 and i thought... whatever - it's only £3 and i might really be able to do something cool with it... ho hum... so i got it home and i have to say, I LOVE IT! one of the best purchases i have ever made (and i've made some good purchases in my time... it does a fab job of um... hiding the muffin topness that happens every time i eat (i love eating) and giving me a bit of shape! impressed.. what the hell took me so long? It's pretty cool though to just.. go for it and get something good out of it!

Can i haz blackbelt?

Tuesday, 25 March 2008


by Dr. Suess

Now the Star-bellied Sneetches had bellies with stars.
The Plain-bellied Sneetches had none upon thars.
The stars weren't so big; they were really quite small.
You would think such a thing wouldn't matter at all.
But because they had stars, all the Star-bellied Sneetches
would brag, "We're the best kind of Sneetch on the beaches."

With their snoots in the air, they would sniff and they'd snort, "
We'll have nothing to do with the plain-bellied sort."
And whenever they met some, when they were out walking,
they'd hike right on past them without even talking.

When the Star-bellied children went out to play ball,
could the Plain-bellies join in their game? Not at all!
You could only play ball if your bellies had stars,
and the Plain-bellied children had none upon thars.

When the Star-bellied Sneetches had frankfurter roasts,
or picnics or parties or marshmallow toasts,
they never invited the Plain-bellied Sneetches.
Left them out cold in the dark of the beaches.
Kept them away; never let them come near,
and that's how they treated them year after year.

Then one day, it seems, while the Plain-bellied Sneetches
were moping, just moping alone on the beaches,
sitting there, wishing their bellies had stars,
up zipped a stranger in the strangest of cars.

"My friends, " he announced in a voice clear and keen,
"My name is Sylvester McMonkey McBean.
I've heard of your troubles; I've heard you're unhappy.
But I can fix that; I'm the fix-it-up chappie.
I've come here to help you; I have what you need.
My prices are low, and I work with great speed,
and my work is one hundred per cent guaranteed."

Then quickly, Sylvester McMonkey McBean
put together a very peculiar machine.
Then he said, "You want stars like a Star-bellied Sneetch?
My friends, you can have them . . . . for three dollars each.
Just hand me your money and climb on aboard."

They clambered inside and the big machine roared.
It bonked. It clonked. It jerked. It berked.
It bopped them around, but the thing really worked.
When the Plain-bellied Sneetches popped out, they had stars!
They actually did, they had stars upon thars!

Then they yelled at the ones who had stars from the start,
"We're exactly like you; you can't tell us apart.
We're all just the same now, you snooty old smarties.
Now we can come to your frankfurter parties!"

"Good grief!" groaned the one who had stars from the first.
"We're still the best Sneetches, and they are the worst.
But how in the world will we know," they all frowned,
"if which kind is what or the other way 'round?"

Then up stepped McBean with a very sly wink, and he said,
"Things are not quite as bad as you think.
You don't know who's who, that is perfectly true.
But come with me, friends, do you know what I'll do?
I'll make you again the best Sneetches on beaches,
and all it will cost you is ten dollars eaches.

Belly stars are no longer in style, " said McBean.
"What you need is a trip through my stars-off machine.
This wondrous contraption will take off your stars,
so you won't look like Sneetches who have them on thars."

That handy machine, working very precisely,
removed all the stars from their bellies quite nicely.
Then, with snoots in the air, they paraded about.
They opened their beaks and proceeded to shout,
"We now know who's who, and there isn't a doubt,
the best kind of Sneetches are Sneetches without."

Then, of course those with stars all got frightfully mad.
To be wearing a star now was frightfully bad.
Then, of course old Sylvester McMonkey McBean
invited them into his stars-off machine.
Then, of course from then on, you can probably guess,
things really got into a horrible mess.

All the rest of the day on those wild screaming beaches,
the Fix-it-up-Chappie was fixing up Sneetches.
Off again, on again, in again, out again,
through the machine and back round about again,
still paying money, still running through,
changing their stars every minute or two,
until neither the Plain- nor the Star-bellies knew
whether this one was that one or that one was this one
or which one was what one or what one was who!

Then, when every last cent of their money was spent,
the Fix-It-Up-Chappie packed up and he went.
And he laughed as he drove in his car up the beach,
"They never will learn; no, you can't teach a Sneetch!"

But McBean was quite wrong, I'm quite happy to say,
the Sneetches got quite a bit smarter that day.
That day, they decided that Sneetches are Sneetches,
and no kind of Sneetch is the BEST on the beaches.
That day, all the Sneetches forgot about stars,
and whether they had one or not upon thars.

pippy longstockings

In the window was a large jar of freckle salve, and beside the jar was a sign which read: DO YOU SUFFER FROM FRECKLES?

“What does the sign say?” asked Pippi. She couldn’t read very well because she didn’t want to go to school as other children did.

“It says, ‘Do you suffer from freckles?’” Annika said.

“Does it indeed?” said Pippi thoughtfully. “Well, a civil question deserves a civil answer. Let’s go in.”

She opened the door and entered the shop, closely followed by Tommy and Annika.

An elderly lady stood back of the counter. Pippi went right up to her.

“No!” she said decidedly.

“What is it you want?” asked the lady.

“No,” said Pippi once more.

“I don’t understand what you mean,” said the lady.

“No, I don’t suffer from freckles,” said Pippi.
Then the lady understood but she took one look at Pippi and burst out, “But, my dear child, your whole face is covered with freckles!”

“I know it,” said Pippi, “but I don’t suffer from them. I love them. Good morning.”


march has been a crap month for me, in so many ways, but i have had a few cool nights out, numerous exotic and stylish illnesses and many moments of weepyness and silly womanness. april will be a better month. true. i've never been one for thinking a whole month is cursed etc but plenny has gone wrong this month, i have found myself calmly counting my blessings numerous times.

on the plus side, i am thinner, and this is great because... er.. well it isn't at all actually, i've been really mopey. must stop worrying about such stupid shit as weight. life is too important.

see: the fantasy of being thin
and this little bit of pippy longstockings genius

now is time to post some of the things that made me smile lately... *thinks*


tho i did hope that i was never going to femme this blog up, but unforch, i feel the need to share some clothes i have found on my travels. tho i would usually do this on the forum, i am becoming increasingly bored of it and so resorting to bloggage. these are a bit plain, all from republic, which unforch we don't have in my humble average town :-( however, there is a public (lol - like pubic... stupid mind needs to get out of the gutter and get a life) in ippers down tup road, which i may go to at some point next week with the cool madame snowmantle. :-) there be my update. i might post something else later, probably about toast.