Things I like.

Old is the new black...

I want another tattoo and therefore I have been online- trawling through Google images, looking at things that I know I will never be brave enough to actually get.

I love the idea of something old and vintage looking (god damn hipsters... they've ruined us all).

meltdownmillie.com

One of the nicest people I know has a blog- and becauase I am such a terrible friend, I only discovered its existence this morning. I recommend it to everyone- unless you cannot read and you find this post offensive... if you do, I apologise. It's pretty, and funny and very very Stephanie!

So check it out and giggle- meltdownmillie.com

We're still moving... I promise...

It's just taking alot longer than I imagined it would. Could be because I am a hopeless procrastinator that has just discovered Dawson's Creek on Netflix.... or could be down to the fact that I actually have a writing project with a grown up deadline. In a ridiculous notion of self preservation I thought that the best thing to do was actually copy and paste everything from this blog to a new space- revamp and renew. I want the new in with the old and then there is no chance of messing things up- seriously, that is what my head thought. I dislike clean slates- it makes me anxious and decidedly unnerved. When I am unnerved, I cannot sleep and when I cannot sleep I avoid anything practical and start to colour co-ordinate my wardrobe, re-watch the Gilmore Girls and knit. All in all I believe that I have a stable future in being completely unstable when it comes to change. I even worry about leaving this blog space. What if the new blog doesn't like me? What if all the other blog templates are mean to me? What do I do when I want to stop all the Russian spam from invading my non existent comments board. WHAT TO DO, WHAT TO DO, WHAT TO DO.... In a bid for sanity; today is the first day of the week and the rest of my organised existence. I have been feeling off all morning, lack of sleep and fluids making my head throb and my eyes hurt. Once I solved these issues, I sat in front of the hardest working person in my life, my laptop (not a word) and proceeded to write. I wrote fiction, fact and bits in between for over an hour, re-read and deleted, edited and sighed over it and then I saved it in a draft and promised myself that it will make for a perfect first entry of my new blog. Then I came down off my peanut butter m&m high and decided that by wanting to go and do new things, I shouldn't neglect the old, and I came here... To delete my Russian spam.