Oh dear + Dirrty Glam neeeeed

WHY OH WHY did I think it would be funny and or smart to stick the ends of a straw on my tongue bars. For those of you who think it would be a good idea, or a neat party trick.. It isn't. All it does is hurt like hell when you're trying to get it off, especially when you can't get it off and you're on the phone going "I khann thalk. Wing me bachk." And the person on the other end is at a bar, going "haha.. Who the hell is this? Man, I think I got the wrong number some retard picked up.." Shaaaame.

ALSO ON A VERY MUCH MORE IMPORTANT NOTE.. Does anyone know of a way that I can get the magazine Dirrty Glam sent to me here? I don't want to be that girl that goes in to the local newsagent and up to the old fat lady selling $2 scratchies and says "oh haii.. I was wondering.. Is there any possible chance that you could order in a magazine for me?" And she says "what is it love? We may already have it." And I say "oh no, you don't. It's Dirrty Glam. From France." And she just says "honey, the shipping you'd pay on that would be more than the book itself." I can just tell that it would take A LOT of visits and "regular customering" to get her to consider picking up that phone or emailing that line, and TBH, I'm just not in the position to be paying rediculous amounts of money for magazines that aren't Dirrty Glam or Frankie. And Frankie I am recieving a gift subscription to soon, so the Waratah newsagent can shove that up their arses. Here is just a selection from their July/August 08 issue that shows you truly how much I NEED this magazine.









And yes. That is Hannah Murray who plays Cassie on Skins. She is pretty much my hero seeing as she is well lush on Skins and we have the same last name, and if I had doubts as to whether or not I should be daring enough as to order a magazine specially from France just for me.. She gently swayed my opinions. And I will endevour to do so as soon as I have dosh.

Hell. Of course I should dare to order in a book full of words I don't understand. I smoke fancy cigarettes, drink Goldwasser even though it tastes like ass, and wear the clothes you certainly fucking don't because hell.. Nobody else is wearing them. So the thought of having a magazine waiting there for my arms only is magical.. Seriously, my eyes are glowing from excitment. THAT'S IT. Tomorrow, I seriously start searching for a job. I want this magazine more than I've wanted anything in the last 2 days. And I'm going to get it if it's the last thing I do.

The last thing I do in a newsagent, anyway =)

Goodnight lovelies, just. Have a dirrty, glamorous sleep.. I know I will be ;)