jealous? of moi?

yes dear g. your brother is jealous of me. You talk to me and not to him.
man do i feel special.
amy is going to send you some digi pics of us at the pub. I look like a bloody crazed mule.

I'm hung over too. I blame Bryn. After the others left he decided he needed one more drink. I think it turned into two or three. jeepers. then the boy doesn't stop talking and rambled til after 2 in the morning. i left him this morning sleeping like a baby. lucky prick.
i dont mind really. Its nice to see NZ peeps.

did you know when i started this blog i decided i was going to use no capital letters but habit has shot that idea in the head.

what do you mean my descriptive words eh?

well, sometimes i forget that this wee blog is available to the world to read.
bizarre thought.

im bloody hungover at work again and i hate it. my head hurts. its not like the hell-hangover but it is a bit much on a friday morning
plus for some reason (prolly still drunk) i decided i would wear heels to work. now i usually wear heels at work, but not to work. amy told me it was posh to change your shoes when you get to work i think its just plain sensible.
my only problem is i end up with a tun of shoes under my desk. i do tend to change them mid day also. is that odd? i wonder if people notice.

they prolly think im insane, theyre prolly right.

gosh. i think i should cut this off now, ill prolly be blogging all day anyway. blah.
oh yeah and i wasnt hungry last night so didnt have dinner and that prolly doesnt help matters.