Inner Monologue

Much too tired to post a real blog.

I love Twilight. Or rather I love the romance side of Twilight and not the action part, I want to skip that bit and just read the tantilising tension between Bella and Edward.

I wish I had more energy, more time in the day.

Stress levels are at an all time high.

I think too much.

I criticise too much, stick in reverie and self-analysis all the time.

I realised at last where all my clothes were going - my sister managed to steal about 5 pairs of undies, 3 shirts and 3 socks. Yes. Three socks, none of them matched. How annoying. She gave me some old tops though. Green, that's a new concept for me.

I wish I wore more colours.

I need sellotape to stick that bus ticket to the growing line of bus tickets. I'm pretty sure it's not normal to stick bus tickets in a line, side by side. Oh how I wish they were chronological. That was the word I lost the other day! Found it. Yay.

Oh, I organised my t-shirt draw today by style. I have vest top and tank top pile, normal tees pile and then collared or long top style. What fun, it make me so happy.

I saw my cousins today. One has put on loads of weight because of the medication she is on and the other has lost it by eating McDonalds. Crazyballs. Watch out for them.

Night!