trying to be positively positive!

oooh i forgot my keys so i can't go to the studio... i just started getting dressed but then i realised i had no where to go! So now i am trapped in my flat for another reason and believe me, it felt better when i had no choice!

yesterday passed miserably, one of those days where you wait for evening then when evening comes you wait for bed time, a lost day. I need to shake out of this as soon as possible or i shall simply fritter my life away.

just watched jeremy kyle (see, there goes my life, whoosh) yet another one with women who have been beaten up and abused but end up being called the baddie because they told the dad it wasn't theirs, honestly, you would tell them that if you were terrified of them, but no, to JK it's the ultimate sin. disgusting women.

my poor african violet is suffering since the move, it's got loads of wilted leaves, the stems are fat and shiny like worms, drooping over the edges of the plant pot :( i hope it will be okay, that would be too much!!

listen to me, drama queen! there's nothing wrong, i'm fine, i'm just lonely, but that's probably good for the soul or something in the long-term so i will just have to abide it. I am thoroughly enjoying my book about Georgiana the Duchess of Devonshire, ladies in those days did have a shit time, and they're the rich ones, imagine the poor ones. She's just had to move her husband's illegitimate child into the house as it's mother died. It's much better company than her husband though, so it's probably lucky really. He's a complete minger, he has one of those horrible faces that some men have, long AND chubby and devoid of any definition or facial hair. Real creepy, little round eyes like fishes eyes, and when you look at these portraits you have to presume that they've been painted better looking than they really were, so it's amazing how many women are desperate to sleep with him (and that he was played by Ralph Fiennes in the film of their lives?!). I'm ploughing through these historical novels, they're bloody amazing. While i was away i read the story of the poisoning of Thomas Overbury in the tower of London while James I was King, bloody gross, the detailed descriptions of his illness and pustules and so on, it seems that pretty much anyone who saw a Dr in those days was very lucky to escape with their life. He had a vein opened and then held ajar with a bean of gold for months and months, i mean even in those days it's hard to understand the thinking behind that science!

well, i am going to sift through my bags of miscellaneous crapOLA and hope that someone on e bay is desperate for it!