I’m trying hard to live by Cat Principles.
1- I am glorious above all things
2- Eat when hungry, sleep when sleepy, play when bored
3- Affection is given and received on my terms and only mine
4- Show displeasure clearly.
6- Demand the things you want. If they aren’t given, demand them again, but louder this time.
7- If you are touched when you don’t want to be, say so. If they continue to touch you, make them bleed.
Diana, you’ve let us down, you’ve let yourself down, but worse than that you’ve let Paul and Mary down with your resorting to sabotage. Enjoy your cakes baked with schemes and lies.
I wish I could decide whether I want to be a teacher or not because on the one hand the hours and the actual feeling of a career and staff room and Christmases off and the possibility of moulding young minds and reading books for classes and planning lessons would be so sweet, but on the other I have to be sure I want to do this, it involves further qualifications and more student finance and commitment, plus public speaking and being a miss and some kids/teenagers can be such dickheads, honestly.
On Sunday I went to Victorious Festival! Had a really good time, there was loads to do (like stalls, art gallery, skate park, aquarium, entry to Southsea Castle, silent disco, kids area, etc) as well as the bands for 20 quid. Was a super great weekend in general really.
I feel like Mary Berry’s feelings on everything Bread Week is ‘well, it’s alright like, but it’s not a cake, is it?’
I’ve been keeping an eye out in the national newspapers and news channels here in the UK and man, it’s like the Ferguson events aren’t even happening by the lack of coverage. It’s so horrible.
I am having a very terrible night and I am terrible at everything so I think I’m just going to curl up in a ball and watch ’90s TV shows until I don’t even notice the shocking haircuts anymore.
Why do boys who you have had an entirely platonic relationship with previously decide to tell you when they have had a sex dream about you? Like, what do you expect me to say? I’ve had dreams before about killing people, but I don’t ping them a message saying ‘had a rly great dream about you LOL, here’s a buttload of winky faces because I don’t think this has become awkward enough.’