strawberry swing

Well, this is novel.... and no, I'm not chatting about the fact that I'm blogging (but wow, eh?!). Well I am a little bit, but mostly I'm getting excited because I am in bed and on the internet... simultaneously. He he he!

Yes, I have a laptop. I may never get out of bed again, although I really want a cup of tea so maybe I will. As you can see, I am still fantastic at making decisions ;)

Other than that, life is still as random and mental as ever. I spent a few weeks feeling fat... daren't look at myself naked in the mirror for fear of seeing a spare tyre or two, but I accidentally saw myself out of the corner of my eye yesterday, and low and behold I'm still exactly the same size as I was a month ago. Strangeness. So then we had sex in the shower, which was as annoying as it always is.

And what is it with that? Why am I so rubbish at having sex and a shower at the same time? Is vertical shagging supposed to be that flipping hard, or am I just a complete spazz? I like the soapy bit... that bit is both easy and slippery and they are my two most favourite adjectives ever, and the thorough washing of my cunt made me think I must be really dirty, which was cool too. The rest of it though? Mnah.

I like this bed far too much.

I'm liking this new Coldplay album too, and I've tried so hard not to. Right bummer when that happens.

I'm getting up now.