Germs-a-go-go!

So, I'm finally in the land of the living - the sniffles have subsided, the cough has left town and my throat is back to normal swallow-ability, I'm my all-singing, all-dancing Pink Thinkin' self - yay me!

'Xcept now The Man has it.
Really badly.
Obviously, what with him being a man and all, he's got it a million fazillion times worse and what's worse is, he's being very demanding.
This does not a happy Lisa maketh.

When I was poorly, I would just haul my bee-hind from my bed to the sofa with a bottle of Lucozade, a pack of lockets and a toilet roll and watch back-to-back SATC. I was snotty, yes, but bothersome to others? I was not.
This is not a concept The Man understands.
Y'see, I am not a nurse. While I may of wanted to have been one at the age of 6, at that age I wasn't entirely aware of all that being a nurse actually entailed, as soon as I was, this was firmly crossed of my 'wannabee' list. Which is why, at the age of 20-something, I am more than hesitant to be running round after a snotty-nosed boyf.
I am not entirely awful. I have been to the shops and bought lemsip, lockets, paracetomol, lucozade, special mansize tissues (because at times of illness, boys need to be reminded of their masculinity) and made him both lunch AND dinner two days in a row. The latter is pretty huge as I don't usually do the cooking, so you see how lucky he is?
Unfortunately, the one thing he wants most, I am just not capable of giving him.
Sympathy.
I just don't do it.
I sympathise that he has germs, I know how awful it is coz I've had 'em for the past 2 weeks , but I can't do that whole 'coo, poor you,coo' thing, it's just not in my genetic make-up.

Which is why, and this may be wrong, I've locked myself away in my pink room and turned up my 'Ultimate Boybands' cd to full blast. He has everything he needs and is currently watching season 6 of The West Wing, I just can't deal with the puppy dog eyes and innsesant random poorly noise makin' that he seems to be foing on a 10 minute basis.

I'm really hoping he feels well enough to come to the PJ party tomorrow night, we've both been so looking forward to it! Our task was to make pass-the-parcels.
So, I've been into town today to buy coolio-a-go-go pressies to fill them up with - there are a multitude of treats to be had.
I did buy some retro My Little Pony stickers to put in there but I'm not sure anyone else will appreciate them as much as me so I'm keeping them for myself! I know, I know, sure fire sign of an only child! I do have lots of other fabulous-o presents though, with some killer main prizes - can't tell you what they are just incase my fellow PJ wearin' party people are reading - see? I take my role as parcel maker very seriously!
I'm also really hopin' Vix has got Singstar Legends for Christmas - that will really be just the bestest!

Right, I'm off to edit the 2nd book and I'm really going to do it today, not just say that I am, like I have for the last two days running.
Me bad.

Boo.
I should be in Londinium today looking at the 2nd book of pink fabulousness and partaking in a lil cocktail drinkin' with the coolest ed-girl in editorsville, xcept the snots have turned into an all singin', all dancing carnival of germs - I've got a swollen face, redder-than-rudolf nose, I can't swallow, have a cough that sounds like I smoke 60 a day - I don't, smoking is bad, I sound ridiculous and it feels like my head might explode, which is why I'm not going to try and even function my highly medicated brain right now so instead, yet again, I've nicked Sam's quiz...

1:WHAT MADE YOU SMILE YESTERDAY?
a message from swanks reminding me how luck I am to have friends like him...

2: WHAT WERE YOU DOING AT 8 THIS MORNING?
coughing and sneezing. A lot.

3: WHAT WERE YOU DOING 15 MINUTES AGO?
Blowing my nose and emailin' the gorgeous ed-girl back who had told me it was more than ok if I didn't make it into the offices today. I'm gutted, I was so looking forward to it. Boo.

4: SOMETHING THAT HAPPENED TO YOU IN 1995?
I left school! That makes me much old!

5: LAST THING YOU SAID ALOUD?
'Yes please' to a cup of lemsip made by the man. He gets a 'tick v.g' for nursing ability today.

6: HOW MANY DIFFERENT THINGS DID YOU DRINK TODAY?
Just water...

7: WHERE IS YOUR BEST FRIEND(s) RIGHT NOW?
All my bff's are at work...

8: WHAT COLOR IS YOUR TOOTHBRUSH?
white

9: LAST THING YOU BOUGHT?
a jersey dress in DP - it was in the sale and looks fab with tights and my pink glitter shoes!

10: LAST GIFT YOU RECEIVED FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?
I got lots of gifts for my bday, I was a lucky lady!

12: WHERE DO YOU KEEP YOUR CHANGE?
In my cute Heidi Seeker pink mixtape purse

13: WHAT'S THE WEATHER LIKE TODAY?
Baltic cold, I wouldn't know exactly what with not having gone out, but it look real chilly!

14: BEST ICE CREAM FLAVOR?
Praline and cream B&J

15: SOMETHING YOU ARE EXCITED ABOUT?
My book hitting the shops on the 3rd Jan!

16: LAST RAINBOW YOU SAW?
It was the biggest, baddest rainbow on a trip to London with Miss Sally, Swanks and Chevverchops - it was magical, and marks a magical day...

17: WHAT SIZE SHOE DO YOU WEAR?
8, I am officially miss big feet!

18: DO YOU HAVE ANY SISTERS?
no, I'm an only child...

19.ARE YOU VERY RANDOM?
on a lot of occasions, yes I am!

20: DO YOU WANT TO CUT YOUR HAIR?
I'm obsesso 'bout cuttin' my hair - don't want it short tho, I've done that and don't dig it!

21: ARE YOU OVER THE AGE OF 25?
Sadly, yes - only by three years tho!

22: DO YOU TALK A LOT?
Me? Never! Erm...Yes.

23: DO YOU WATCH THE OC?
I do indeed. I heart it mostest and have box sets and everything!

24: DOES YOUR SCREEN NAME HAVE AN '' X '' IN IT?
no

25: DO YOU KNOW ANYONE CALLED STEVE?
I do, in fact some the steve's in my world are most deffo VIPs!

26: DO YOU MAKE UP YOUR OWN WORDS?
All the time!

27: ARE YOU TICKLISH?
very!

28: ARE YOU TYPICALLY A JEALOUS PERSON?
There is an element of green eyed monster about me, but I'm so much better than I was!

29: NAME A FRIEND WHOSE NAME STARTS WITH THE LETTER "J":
Jon, a super cool dude who is redesigning my website!

31: 4TH PERSON ON YOUR MISSED CALLS?
My mumma

33: DO YOU CHEW ON YOUR STRAWS?
I do, not all the time though obviously.

34: DO YOU HAVE CURLY HAIR?
I have wavy hair that is in constant need of GHDs

35: WHAT IS THE NEXT CONCERT YOU'RE GOING TO?
Rufus Wainwright - I am so stupidly excited!

36: WHO IS THE COOLEST PERSON IN YOUR LIFE?
All the people in my world are cool!

37: WHAT SAYING DO YOU SAY A LOT
You're a shocker - mainly to Swanks, because frankly, that's what he is!

38: WHAT IS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?
a belgium bun, but the worst thing? I couldn't taste it - how wasteful is that?

39: HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOVIE DONNIE DARKO?
I started to coz I L.O.V.E Jake Gyllenhall, but it freaked me out so I went to sleep instead!

40: DO YOU HAVE WORK TOMORROW?
If I feel better, I will pop into work tomorrow to share pressies but won't be staying long, I'll be getting right back to bed!

41: EVER BEEN HUNTING?
Only for bargains!

43: WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAID "I LOVE YOU" AND MEANT IT?
To the man, I only ever say it if I mean it...

44: WHAT SHOULD YOU BE DOING RIGHT NOW?
I should be in London, sippin' cocktails. Bah.

45: DO YOU HAVE A NICKNAME?
Lilly, Clarkey,

46: DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?
I do! but then I am a hopeless romantic!

47.ARE YOU A HEAVY SLEEPER?
No, I sleep really light!

48: LAST TIME YOU USED A SKATEBOARD
I've only ever been on a skateboard once when my mate Dave tried to teach me, I was black and blue the next day - never again!

49: WHAT KIND OF CELLPHONE DO YOU HAVE?
A nokia n90 - means I cancheck emails on the go and is a lil bit more prettier than a blackberry!

50: WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW
Gwen Stefani - I love it!

51: ARE YOU CURRENTLY DEPRESSED?
Nope, just stupidly snotty!

T'was the week before Christmas and...
I have germs.

This is nothing new. As I am officially a mucus makin' monster.
Despite taking 3 vitamin C pills a day, eating oranges and drinking lots of water, once again I'm a poorly girl. I've got an ear, nose and throat infection that is causing serious suckerfercation.

I am however, consoling myself with: images of the newly single Adam Brody – messy haired, boy-shaped fabulousness - could the dude be any cuter? Gwen Stefani's new album, The Sweet Escape and a bumper copy of Grazia magazine.

I'm also tempted, in my 'feeling sorry for self' state, to open the Christmas pressie that Swanks gave me today.
It's from the supes swanks stationer, Smythson and is in a tres adoreable package that is simply fantastical in itself, if there were to be nothing inside it wouldn't matter, it's that dee-lish! I'm not going to open it though, it's under the tree looking all goregeous.

To add to my personal 'get well soon' regime that I'm creating, I received the best snail mail today – miss Sabine who is queen of the customised mailage has sent me a crimbo/book parcel of pink gorgeouisity! Sorry miss Sabine, but I couldn't resist opening it and it has officially made me a whole lot better - Not only did I get a christmas card and a good luck book card, Sabine had made me a bee-youu-tiful bracelet to match my birthday pressie and sent me a pink glass heart which is now my official good luck charm for all things book!

On the subject of books and post, the fabbo peeps at Simon&Shuster in Americano have sent me an advanced reader copy of Rachel Cohn's new book, Cupcake today too! I cannot wait to finish up for Crimbo so I can read it! If you haven't read any of Rachel's books I totes recommend them, especially Gingerbread - she's awesome! I'm hoping to score an interview with her writer-girl self for www.pink-world.co.uk in the new year, I shall try not to gush.

The website is gonna be rockin' and rulin' on Jan 3rd, once you've got your hands on a copy of Think Pink come on over to the site and join the pink parade - there will be interviews with some too-cool-for-school chicas, some killer goodies to give away, news of my interpipe tour and your chance to become a Pink Lady - put it in your diaries now!

Have I told you how much I'm looking forward to my new favourite programme, 'Ugly Betty' starting in the new year? I haven't seen it yet, but my Americano friends tell me
it's every kinda wonderful and having seen the recent trailers, I just know I'm gonna love it, oh I love me a fabulous TV show that I can become totes obsesso over!

Back later, have some serious nose blowin' to do, and that ain't attractive!

Go Leona!
I was out last night, which meant I missed X Factor.
Boo.
Thank the stars then, for ITV2, which means I can watch it tonight, like now - yay!

Leona is totes fabulous-o. She is also proof that you don't need to be a bitch to be a successful. She rules.
Thing is, I'm worried.

As much as I dig the X Factor, they do have this ability to make good things, well...a lil' bit poo.
Take Shane.



Not only cute to look at, he was so capable of being a kick-ass, Justin Timberlake-esque respectable muso dude.
Instead, the X Factor power types - Simon Cowell et al. - were in such a rush to make money out of him that they simply filled an album with covers and half-assed ballads just to get it out on the shelves, instead of taking time to nurture his unquestionable talent.

Which is why, in a funny kinda way, I didn't want Leona to win.

I'm thinking they might wanna just try and make her a diva before her time and she is so much better than a Whitney cover act.
She's totes talented and there will be killer producer types queuing to work with her, if those power types knew what was good for their bank balances, for Leona's career and for our eardrums, they should take time out, work with her and make her superstar fabulous.
That's all I have to say on the matter.
Oh, except for the fact Take That have just joined Leona.
Happy, happy days.

I went to Christmas lunch at my Mumma's house today.
She goes away for Xmas, so we have our Christmas this weekend instead.
It was a dee-lish dinner, I also showed off my book - everyone coo-ed and ahhed at it's beauty, I blushed a bit.
My mumma is a teacher type and she works in a school on the council estate I grew up on. On Friday she worked with some young girls who don't have mums and Christmas will undoubtedly be tough for them,so she organised a pampering session with manicures and lots of glitter and sparkles and she said they loved it!
My mumma rocks.
She also said how, after Christmas, they usually ask the children in their English lesson to write a list of their Christmas presents and their Christmas experience, but she's not going to do it this year as she's been made aware of how many children in her class won't have a great Christmas and won't receive any presents, compared to their class mates with the spankin' new Nintendo AND stupidly expensive random nonsense that will be tossed aside on boxing day.
That made me sad.
I'm not good at this Christmas lark, and that's one of the reasons why.

I am, however, all about the new year.
I'm spending it with some of my favourite people at a slumber party - we're gonna eat buffet food, play pass the parcel, wear our slippers and pyjamas and best of all? We're gonna play singstar til our throats go sore - ohmystars, it's going to be fabulous!

I had good monday mornin' vibes when I woke up earlier and they've lasted all day, which is really rather good innit?

I'm still thinkin' 'bout that film. Have I mentioned how much I loved The Holiday yet?

I'm also still thinking about the book I finished up last night. Remember I told you 'bout the amazing Hilary Carlip who I've now taken to stalking, opps, I mean, diggin' on? Well her book 'Queen of the Oddballs' blew me away.
Did I tell you she sent it to me personally? Not that I'm one to name drop or anything. Ahem.
Seriously though, the woman rock n' rules. I'm gonna move to Hollywood and become her new BFF. Fact.

The book is for anyone who has ever felt like an outsider.
Hilary is the result of someone who completely embraced her oddballness and has used it to become a kick ass author, scriptwriter, web designer, pop starlet, teen expert, 80's film star, she's even appeared on blimmin' Oprah!
The book really resonates with me, well, apart from the fact Hils lives in Hollywood and all, but her story is totally inspiring and was the complete butt-kick I needed after a weekend feeling a lil bit sorry for myself!

So instead of seeing The Holiday again, (I'm going tomorrow instead!) I decided to do some work towards my plan for pink domination, I interviewed some fab people for the new pink-world website, I composed some questions for my new BFF Hilary Carlip, did I tell you she sent me mail? Chased some fab giveaways - it's all been mucho fun...

Chevverchops has just written in her blog that there is such a thing as white chocolate buttons - why do I not know about this items of dee-lishessness? I will march her to a shop first thing tomorrow in order for her to prove that such treasure exists!

The man and I have been having some moving/house type issues and while all is exciting in Think Pink world - not too many sleeps 'til release day now! - the housey borin' snorin' stuff is starting to make us both a lil bit messy and stressy with each other.

So... in order to save him a stint in the boyfriend cupboard and me getting shouted at for y'know, breathing...today, the man and I decided to go to the cinema and see The Holiday.

NEW FAVOURITE FILM ALERT!

Ohmystars, j'adore.

I cried after 10 minutes in, and only really stopped to laugh out loud at Jack Black, who is really, really funny.
It's just beee-yoou-tiful.
Kate and Cameron are equally as awesome and I even felt my heart melt a little for Jude Law.
Only a little though, he's a bad man.

It's a funny, clever and poigniant film and is better than Bridget Jones.
There, I said it.
And I LOVE Bridget Jones.

I'm going to see it again tomorrow because I was so sad that it was over - I'm also gonna ask Miss Sally, Swanks and Chevverchops if they're free on Tuesday to go watch it again - I'm going to go every night of the week!

It seems I am without a social life.
Boo.
The man is going for a work do in the middle of nowhere, and eveyone else seems to have work-related Christmas functions or just have plans that don't involve me, how rude.
So it seems tonight, I'm all about the X Factor and a bag of white malteasers.
It could be a whole lot worse, right?

My prediction is Leona to win, Ben second and Ray to go star in a pantomine version of Cinderella very soon. I won't be voting though, I lost interest in the whole ringing in thing when I couldn't save Eaton Road.
I still heart them mostest.

Anyway, while I watch the Xtra Factor - like I say, no social life - I have yet another Q&A thingy - yay!

If I had to be stuck in a lift with either David Gest or Michael Jackson, I'd choose...
Holy Focaccia - it has to be David Gest - he is a legend.
Fact.

The person who would play me in a film of my life would be...
Kelly Osbourne - she would be too cool for school!

My X-Factor audition song would be...
Coco-cabana - Barry Manilow - I'd shimmy myself silly!

The celebrity I would most like to get drunk with is...
Lauren Laverne. I heart her.

Britney should...
stop hangin' with Paris. She bad.

Prada or Primark...
Primark, I love me the Primark!
Although if I were ever in a position to afford Prada, I'd like to think I could wear both and work them equally as well!

The most fabulous item in my wardrobe is...
Are my two pairs of pink-sparkly shoes from Primark!

Ugg boots are...
Like wearing slippers outside - they ain't pretty but they sure are comfy!

My TV dinner of choice is...
Sweet and sour chicken and a huge portion of seaweed, oh wait, actually it's Pud Thai - that's my new favourite

The last three things I bought on my credit card were...
Tix for Swanks and I to go see Rufus Wainwright in February, Clinique products in Debenhams so I could get the freebie brush set and a train ticket to London

If I were Prime Minister I would...
make Friday nights, Singstar nights - the word would be a better place.


Oh, I got asked earlier, via emailage, 'bout my NanNoWriMo project.
Me bad.
I better own up now, I didn't meet the 50,000 wd target - I got to 38,000 - I don't actually think it's going to be anymore words than that, so technically I have met my target!
It's been put in the drawer 'til after Christmas now, where I'm hoping that the editing fairies will sprinkle pink sparkles of fabulousity and make it a masterpiece, coz right now...
well, right now, it is not.

So, I had yesterday off.
I think the dream team at my publishers will be mucho pleased NOT to receive Lisa mail for one whole day.
I think, actually I know, that I have been super keen-o girl in my sending of 'so, we could do this...' or 'What happens if..' emails...

I'm working all weekend on deadlines, so yesterday was Christamas shopping day - oh and a bit of pampering too, well, it would be rude not to really wouldn't it? I am a total internet shopping girl, so most of my presents have been bought from the comfort of my sofa but there were a few that needed a little more attention.
The shops were heaving.
I'm so not bah-humbug about Christmas, in fact I heart the lights and prettiness of it all mostest, but people get so grumpy - hello, it's Christmas, season of good cheer and all that, NOT the season of pushing me out the way to get served.
Beside the pushing and shoving, I was all done in relatively good time allowing for some serious waxing, eyebrow shaping and new hair-do makin'.

Once again, Mark the hairdresser was too-cool-for-school.
He'd been to see Dita Von Teese a couple of weeks before, so we were discussing her for like, forever. I'm not sure who was crushing on her most, me or him.
I heart Dita so I was a crazy shade of envy green bout missin' out on seeing her, he said I could tag along next time she's over here - he's got contacts y'know. I would very much like that.
I once again have the cutest, most flattering hair-do in hairdoville to make sure I'm the cutest version of me for the festive season and after some serious waxing and a little bit of pain - scrap that - a whole lot of pain, I'm now a fuzz-free Lisa - wohhoo.
Do you know what I love most about getting waxed? When you climb into your bed with freshly-washed sheets and you slide about because you're hairless - that's what I did last night and it was blissful. That was after a night of dizzy water and yummy food at a friends house - mmm.

I don't think I've shouted about how much I love the new TT album yet...I love it!
Shine is my stand-out track. It makes me march.
I love to march.
I used to be a majorette AND I was in a marching band, that's how much I love to march.

My Pops taped the' Audience with Take That' while I was away and I loved that too.
So much so I've watched it twice.

Bee-yoou-tiful cont.

So, in my celebration of all things bee-yoou-tiful, I can't believe I forgot to celebrate my new sparkly-pink ballet pump shoes - they are tres jolie!
They're from Primark and so damn pretty, I bought two pairs.

My book is still bee-yoou-tiful and no, I still haven't read it, but it's deffo prettylicious.

The fact that I get up earlier than the man which means I get the chocolate from the shared advent calendar - wohoo!

This week has been bee-yoou-tiful.
Of course, there are always little things that could become huge, black clouds if you were to let 'em, the trick is to not let them, because when you don't, and you celebrate the fab stuff, life is bee-yoou-tiful.
Fact.

Fr'instance....

I worked from home yesterday as I had a document to finish for my Tuesday job, being at home meant I missed hanging out with my favourite ladies in the office, Chevverchops and miss Sally, but it did mean I got work done. I got the cutest email from the lovely miss Sally who said how rude and wrong it was I wasn't there.
Cute.

I met with a friend who greeted me with pink flowers, he was in a playful mood and we were running down the street and people were looking and it didn't even matter because my friend has had some tough stuff going on recently, so to see him so super smiley was cuteness personified. We then drank continental hot chocolate at my very favourite chocolate cafe.
I love my friend.
I love this cafe.
I really love this new-found hot chocolate.
It's not even drinkable, you have to scoop it out. It's heaven right here on earth. If I never have another hot chocolate in my life it wouldn't matter. It's that dee-lish.

I also had some sweet, sweet news that made my heart swell as big it could possibly stretch.
Two people who I totes adore, met.
I didn't set them up or anything they met in a club, but they are both so beautiful inside and out that they were always destined to meet. I look forward to following their progress minus any meddling from me, even though I'm totes bursting-at-the-seams to shoot cupid arrows at both of them and for them to live happily ever after, because they both deserve the very best.

I hopped on a bus to town today and it was my favourite driver, she is always so happy and smiley and really loves her job.
I love those people mostest.
She had decked out her bus in crazy Christmas atire. It all flashed and sang carols, including her waistcoat and it made me smile a huge grin.
Everyone that got on the bus smiled, everyone we passed as we drove by smiled, it was officially the smile bus.

I had lunch with the Vix, who despite pooey house stuff is still the sparkliest, most gorgeous person to hang with. I showed her my book of pink lovliness, I've only got one copy so I get really worried 'bout getting fingerprints and stuff on it - she gushed and then threatened to bend the page corners. Boo.

I'm such a Monica when it comes to books.
I could never write in a book, I could never bend the corners of pages and I could never eat and read just in case I got sticky fingers on it, that's how much I love books.
We ate cheesy chips - oh, how I love the cheesy chips.
Not as much as chocolate, but quite a lot. I do eat fruit too y'know, but nobody cares 'bout how great an apple tastes do they?

FYI: My life is not all about the cafes and lunches, y'know.
Honest.

Anyway, these are just a few of the bee-yoou-tiful things that have happened this week and look, it's only Wednesday! I've still got a haircut booked with my favourite hairdresser on Friday to come yet - happy, happy days.

The man took me to Eurodisney, Paris.
After my initial foot stompin' regarding the whole 'Eurotunnel thing' and many words of wisdom regarding boys and their lack of girl knowledge from both Miss Sally and ed-girl L, I decided to Think Pink and concentrate on the positive...I was going to Eurodisney - wohooo!

I have hearted all things Disney and everything it represents since I was a kid. That whole 'when you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are, anything you're heart desires, will come true' has always been huge for me... that's why I bagged me my own Prince Charming and have a pink-filled life with fabulous-o friends and dream job - just need to get my stuff moved into that pink princess castle and I'll be sorted...
Prince Charming however, as magical as he can be, is also heavy on the cynicism and was happy to tear the place apart before we even got there. After a severe talking to about the power of positivity, he conveniently remembered the trip was about me...

It was so brilliant.
We were all about the Disney Studio on the first day and at 9am we found ourselves riding the Aerosmith rock n rollercoaster - I loved it! I've always avoided scary rides as a rule but the man didn't give me time to think about it, I'm gutted because it was the best and I wanted to run back round and go again! Who knew I was an adrenalin junkie? We later went on to ride Thunder Mountain and my personal favourite, Space Mountain which shoots you out a cannon and you fly through space - so cool.

Entering Disneyland is a magical moment. It must be crazy for kids, because I even got a bit teary seeing the princess castle for real. As the man and I walked down the main street it started to snow, I got a bit teary then too, that was until the man told me it was soap suds, he's such a buzz kill.

As much as it's all about the kids, the parentals need a lesson in magic. They were pushing and shoving in queues, shouting at their children ohhh, it made me mad!

We watched the light parade which was beautiful and when Tinkerbell turned the princess castle into a huge pink sparkly home of fabulousness on the disney horizon, those tears threatened to make an appearence for the third time that day. Happy tears though!

Highlights of the weekend included: riding rollercoasters, Mickey's Winter wonderland show, the princess castle, the stunt tram, cinemagique oh, I don't know, everything!

Bits I've edited out: the man and I arguing about him buying yet more cuddly toys (I'm not a cuddly toy kinda girl, he is however, a cuddly toy kinda boy and we seem to be amassing a collection of cuddlies that are taking pride of place on the living room DVD shelf - not cool), me getting a bit mad at the hotel receptionist who was trying to charge me for asking for an extra pillow - she didn't in the end, but she blimmin' tried to the cheeky minx!

This week has been fabbos.
I got mail from Hilary Carlip.
For those of you who don't know who this dee-lish woman of fabulousness is, she's an amazing authoress, she's a whole lot of other cool stuff too but I love her mostest for her work with young women, especially her book Girl Power.
So good.
You can find out all about her and her crazy, fun-filled life in her new book Queen of the Oddballs. It's available on Amazon.com - go buy it!
So imagine how excited I was to get real-life mailage from her? I'm totes besides myself!
I got sent my very own copy of her book along with some other Hilary treats in a bumper bonanaza, and get this, she's diggin' on pink-world and Think Pink so much that she's agreed to come play in the world o' pink in the new year - I cannot wait!
For a crash course in all things HC - visit www.queenoftheoddballs.com

Monday I was chasing prizes for Think Pink goody bags. Oh, we've got some fab ones, stay tuned for how you can get your hands on them - it'll be a book launch/web launch mash up!
I've also lined up some too-cool-for-school interviewees for the new site - Lau@Heidiseeker.com is making a star appearance and will be hosting a competition you WILL NOT want to miss, the supes talented illustrator girl, Holly Lloyd will be taking us behind the scenes of how she made Lola Love and the pink ladies look so damn pretty and Poppy and the Jezabels - our new favourite girl group - will be rockin' and rulin' in pink-world and that's just for starters...

The new site is going to be totally coolio-a-go-go.
Fact.

It'll be launched on the same day as the book, 3rd January so there is absolutely no excuse for your January to be blue...Buy the book, log on to the site, become a Pink Lady and you'll be splashing around in all things pink, sparkly and fabulous all year long!

In other news: I took part in some totes cool training on Tuesday.
Yep, you heard right, training that wasn't borin' snorin'!
It's positivity training, 'coz even pink thinkin' life coach types need regular doses of training to keep us tip top and tutti frutti.
I then hung out with my dee-lish friend Sarah who was also on the training, everyone should have a Sarah Chevverchops in their world.
She rocks.
She had also done me a copy of the Wicked soundtrack - which, for that reason alone I love her for, it is now on my ipod and on repeat.
We read trash mags and found out that:
Britney is showing her floo floo and hanging out with Paris
TomKat are now happily married
Katie and Pete Andre are all about the domestic bliss (I heart them so much and am more than hoping the man has bought me the album for Christmas, so, I'm cheesy, whatchagonnadoboutit?)
Danny Mcfly has ditched his hair straighteners
and other such world changing events....
We skipped from convo to convo, as we always do, before heading out to our work Christmas dinner - I know, how early?
Mr Swanksville arrived with the adoreable miss Sally looking like Simon Cowell and Sharon Osbourne, except Swanks wears his trousers at a decent height and Miss Sally is total glamazonia compared to Sharon...All the lovely ladies from the office had arrived a few hours earlier and were all about the Christmas spirit - think Gin, think Vodka. It was fun time frankies and I had the yummiest chocolate brownie dessert...
I love me a social event!

I can't believe I blogged yesterday without a mention of X factor.
Eton Road are out.
That's rude.
They were on Fern and Phil this morning but the man rang to discuss worky stuff with me and I couldn't think of an excuse fast enough as to why I couldn't speak to him.
Y'see, he thinks I do nothing all day, when actually I'm really the very busiest of bees - except for today when I did still have the TV on mid-morning. Well, I was emailing...
Whatev.
Anyway, my point was that I missed them. I could see their mouths moving but not hear a word that they said.
They looked cute though. I do like the one with the skinhead, I'm yet to establish his name, until then he shall be refered to as the 'one with the skinhead' 'k?

I'm all about Leona winning, but it just seems pretty pointless watching now. I like Ben but he thinks he's too cool for the X factor, that Ray is scaryness personified. I quite liked him at the start, but now he just scares me a bit and the Mcdoogals - wouldn't it be coolio-a-go-go if they won? I'd love, love, love them to do a Proclaimers tribute album.
That would be happy days.

On the subject of boybands - Take That are at number one - wohoo!

Now, I interview Mark Owen not so long back when he released his latest solo album and me, ever the optimist, was all 'So, do you think you'll ever get back together?' and he was completely adament that it would never hapen - I've got it on tape and everything!
Surprising how quickly the offer of fame and fortune can change your mind isn't it?
That said, I'm glad they're back together, I can't wait to hear their new stuff - it's on offer £7.95 on Play.com - I shall look forward to it coming through my postbox.
There was a time when I would of queued along with those crazy mccrazies who had queued since 6am Sunday morning to meet them today. Not now though, that is saved now saved for...I don't know who would I camp out for in the hope to meet?
Um...d'ya know, I just don't think I put anyone on that high a pedestal anymore - if that changes, I'll let you know!

The man and I went to Winchester on Saturday, which is a super-old place where King Arthur used to hang out.
I love it because there's lots of shops like debenhams, next etc., yet they're all packaged in olden days buildings. I like that.
We weren't there to shop though, we went to meet with friends for lunch and to take a sneaky peek at the Children's Book Fair.

I kept taking a sneaky peek over her shoulder at Jacqueline Wilson.
JW is too cool for school.
The man was very excited 'bout seeing Terry Pratchett who told him he looked like a character in one of his books, he was, and still is, officially chuffed.
It was only afterwards that we realised we were the only people there without kids.
That's because we were the kids.
Who would wanna go to a grown-up event when you could get to hang out with the Gruffalo and Horrid Henry?

I got a glimpse of my new website yesterday - we've still got work to do, but it's looking cute as a button and is a real reflection of the book - it's got it's very own zine that will be updated every week, so if you want to contribute - write a book review, interview a band, review a gig, want to shout about a craftster - just message me (if you're reading this on blogger - head over to http://www.myspace.com/lisa_clark-and leave your deets) and you'll be added to our contributors list ready for our January kick-off!

The book is still adoreable.
I still haven't been able to actually read it yet, I just keep looking at it from a distance, through my fingers.
Everyone at HC seems really happy with it, so that's good news, ed-girl is back this week and I know she was kickin' herself 'bout being away when it came in, but she was in NYC, so I have no sympathy, just huge pangs of jealousy.
I know I love it, I just hope y'all do now!


Anyway, you know how much I love these things...

A) Four jobs I have had in my life
Shop assistant - forbouys newsagent
Runner - SMTV:live
Magazine editor - Rant magazine
Agony Aunt - Mizz magazine

B) Four movies I would watch over and over:
Only four? Moulin Rouge, Billy Elliot, High School Musical, Grease

C) Four places I have lived:
How embarrasing, I've only ever lived in Portsmouth - that's all set to change in the new year though - wohhooo!


D) Four TV shows I love to watch:
Sex and The City
The OC
X Factor
Girls at the Playboy mansion - this is my absolute favourite, not sure it should be, but it's H-I-larious.


E ) Four places I have been on vacation:
New York
San Fransisco
Prague
Dublin


F) Four Websites I visit (almost) daily
PerezHilton.com
myspace.com
hotmail.co.uk
eonline.com

G ) Four of my favourite foods:
Green and Black
Cadburys
Tinto organic
Nestle
I love me some chocolate...

H) Four albums I love:
Can't do albums of all time, but right now I'm listening to: Shampoo - Girl Power, Amy Winehouse - Back to Black, My Chemical Romance - Black Parade, Take That's greatest hits...


I) Four of my favourite books:
Namedropper - Emma Forrest, California Club - Belinda Jones, Gingerbread - Rachel Cohn, Stargirl - Jerry Spinelli

J) Four places I would rather be right now:
Eating fruit and pancakes in NYC, under a waterfall in Yosemite Park, eating cheesecake on the roof terrace of Macy's, Union Square, In the 'Absolute Love' suite at Hotel Pelarocco, Brighton laying in the huge bed with the sea view and rain lashing against the window. Sigh.

Yesterday was a real highlight of my year.

It started by purchasing The Sex and The City boxset in the cute shoebox as a celebration of having held a real life copy of my book. Would be rude x100 not to treat myself on such an occasion, plus it was reduced in Virgin to £49, which means I can now donate my slightly scratched and slightly illegal copies to my younger cousin Vicky. I was supes smug for getting it at such a barginous price.

I then bumped into my tres dee-lish friend Brett who was working the cutest ensemble of coolness. I couldn't contain myself, I had to show him the book. He did a squeal of joy and smooched my cheek.
Swoon.

Then, with three of my favourite people, Swanks, chevverchops and miss Sally, I had the very best amount of fun you could ever have in the big city.

We took a roadtrip, which really is one of my favourite things to do, had Dale's Disco Dance Tunes on the stereo and we sang and seat-danced our way to London. On the way we saw the most biggest, brightest, rainbow - I heart rainbows and everything they represent and it was so bright and vivid, it filled my little world right up.

I shared my book with them over coffee in a cute cafe that Swanks and I always visit when we come to London.
It was a bit of a moment.
They had so much pride and love for me, I got supes emotional.
Before tears occured there was shopping to be done and where better that Harvey Nicks.
Except I'm not good with the posh shops.
I dig Primarni and New Look and find it hard to justify spending hundreds of pounds on an item of clothing. I do however, love cosmetics and can happily justify spending money on tiny make-up and perfect items in bee-oot-iful packaging.
we dodged the black-clad purfume sprayin' dudes and dudesses, pausing momentarily at the Mac counter where a sugary-sweet latino lookin' lovely was wearing his black shirt unbuttoned to his navel. If ever in the Harvey Nicks vacinity, do visit. It's a sight to behold.
Forgetting that I'd already treated myself two hours previously, I purchased a bottle of Princess by Vera Wang - it's adoreable, it comes in the prettiest of bottles, smells like candy and comes with a free body lotion - what is not to dig 'bout that?
We then took seats in the 5th floor resturant where we raised a glass of pink champagne to celebrate all things pink.
It was another moment.

Then to the theatre.
I'm all about the theatre.
It was bathed in green light and the wicked witch of the west looked over us as we entered the Apollo.
OHMYSTARS.
It was incredible. Now I love me some theatre action, but never in my life have I loved a show as much as I love Wicked. The actress Idina Menzel blew me away. She opened the original show in New York and is now in London and she rocked. She had me in tears, as in proper sobbing. I'm going to be booking tickets to see it again in Jan as the man is mucho jealous to have missed out, apparently Will Young is being cast in the New Year too, a double whammy of fabulousness.

Life in Pink-World is officially supes sweet, and while pink bubbles, purfume and beautiful shows are a real treat, what really makes it dee-lish and fabulous are friends.
Fact.

Thanksgiving - I heart America

I love the idea of a day of being thankful, why don't us Brits do it? You get to eat two Christmas-like dinners - mmmm and most importantly, you take time out to be thankful - what's not to love about that?

So, this is what I'm thankful for:

* my 1st book - thank you, thank you, thank you!
* the man, who despite regular visits to the boyfriend cupboard, I still dig on a daily basis...
* my friends for their love and support...
* Heidi Seeker accessories...
* being a writer...
* chocolate...
* the support of fellow writers...
* young people's endless ability to surprise you...
* the colour pink - and the fun it brings into my life
* Take That re-forming...
* pink champagne
* my ability to accesorise any outfit

And there are many, many more...What can I say? I'm a thankful girl

It's taken a whole lot of years for Think Pink to go from an idea in my head to becoming a real life, hold-it-in your-hands book, but today, the 22nd of November, saw all the dreams of being a real-life author girl come true.

I got an advanced copy of Think Pink.
Ohmystars.
It's beautiful x 1000000000000000000 billion trillion.
And it's got my name on it.

I keep looking at it from a distance, like it might bite me or something, and I don't know how I should be feeling so I dug out the journal where I had the original idea for TP in it earlier.

I'd spent the day with the man, we'd just started dating and to quote Beyonce, I was crazy in love. That evening I was meeting mr. Swanksville for some tea in his slightly smaller, but equally as swanky abode...I'd had an idea for a while but while Swanks was changing, (yep, if you're thinking I'm forever waiting for this dude to get dressed, you're right. ) I got to thinkin' bout this girl with pink tinted glasses - I started scribbling in my notebook about her, what she looked like, what her parents were like what she wore, who her friends were - I loved her instantly. As much as I loved the company, I loved my idea more and couldn't wait to get home to start hanging out with her.

Five years on, and a whole lot of proposals, chapter revising, finding agents, rejection letters, tears, nice lunches in London, meeting publishers, tears, contract signing, writing books, hanging with Lola, editing, editing some more, then a little more editing has got us to here...a real life book that's sitting on the table beside me.

I'm a proper author now.

Wohhhooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

The week s'far.

I've taken a train right outta grumpville and I'm now a fully paid up, live-in resident of pink-world. Life is so much sweeter here and that's factuality.

So...Monday I attended a meeting where all the cool kids from teen magazine world came together to discuss all things teen-magazine related, which is always really cool because when you're a freelancer, you very rarely get to meet the team and only converse via email...So I got to hang out with my fab Mizz team who are all so super glam and lovely.
Then, despite tube and bus strikes, Izzy managed to make her way across town and we continued our previous night's chat as if we'd never put the phone down!

If there is one thing we would win awards in, it would be chatting.
If there was one thing we would not win awards for, it would be be keeping to the subject...
Our conversations are like one, huge bad-ass spider diagram and can go from politics to music, to friends to clothes, to our mutual love of Primark to the state of the economy...
We were being total grown ups sipping coffee in Covent Garden, which seemed really, really weird because we used to sit in our bedrooms singing along to boybands, dying each others hair, talking about how life would be when we were 28, but it seemed like forever away, now it's here - it's good to know we're really no different.
Well, except for the fact we now get our hair done by experts.
And that she lives in a killer apartment in London.
Apart from that though, we still go off on tangients, we still have big dreams, we still disagree on out taste in boys - thankfully, we still love Take That and we're both still there for each other, always.
That rules.

Tuesday is my work day, as in work in an office with real-life people.
I work with the coolest team of people and look forward to Tuesdays so much because of that very reason. Of course there's the actual process of work involved, but that's secondary really to hanging out with Miss Sally, who is quite possibly the most adoreable person you'd ever meet and oh, so very wise - she also has very good taste in men (her husband is cuteness personified, but she is also able to appreciate beauty in others) along with a thirst for consumerism which in my world, pretty much makes her the perfect pal - so my day was filled with much laughter and lots of anticipation about our trip to London this Thursday to see Wicked with Sarah and mister Swanksville.
Swanks, having dumped his diva-esque persona, well...temporarily at least, is all about the shopping and is insistant on us visiting Harvey Nicholls and Libertys, who are we to argue?

The evening has been spend with the man, curled up on the sofa, chatting, sharing a chocolate bar and watching Gordon's Kitchen Nightmares. Cute.

The emancipation of Lili

You'll be pleased to know I am no longer residing in grumpsville.
While I might not be quite living in Villa Fabulous-o, I'm deffo a brighter shade of pink right now.

I think it has something to do with the reading.
For once, I took my own advice and I lost myself in Cafe Tropicana.
It's set in Costa Rica and made me feel all lustful for adventure, so much so that I stayed in bed today to finish it, it was blissful. I'm now left with a little sadness at having to leave the characters that I have only just met, but excited at the prospect of a pile of brand new books filled with fabulous new people for me to fall in love with, get mad at, cry with, shout at and laugh with...
My next book: Looking For Alaska by John Green

I also took advantage of the free fringe cut from my new favourite hairdresser.
Until now, I would have just cut it myself, but coz the dude is so cool, it would be rude not to get a dose of him between cuts. He was off to see Dita Von Teese last night, so we spent the whole fringe cut crushing on how fabulous she is. The fringe has made me look all fresh and new, and made me skip a little on my way home.

I did indulge in some TV watching too.

X Factor: Despite a bad choice of song and some v.suspect vocals, Eaton Road are still my favourite, I like the dude with the skinhead, mmm.
I also think Leona is greatness on a Mariah-esque stick but us girls can be really funny when it comes to voting. While it's always cool to crush on cute boys who sing and dance, we mustn't forget to support and give props to super-talented girls - it would be all too easy to hate on her coz she's pretty AND talented but we've gotta show each other love ladies, not just on the TV shows but out and about, even in public loos - if you see a girl wearing a cute-ass pair of shoes - tell her, if you see someone working a killer 'do - tell her, because girl2girl compliments/props rocks.

Other TV - I'm a celebrity - crushing on Matt Busted - he's a sugar-coated bad boy, what's not to love 'bout that? Ant and Dec's bits always make me laugh out loud and even make me snort a little. Not attractive.

A Mariah Carey uncut on MTV - diva at it's best! She has cards with words on for when she doesn't want to speak, she demands manicurists at a moments notice and she dines on the roof of her three story apartment that overlooks The Empire State Building with the editor-at-Large of Vogue - she's also quite good at that singing lark! I love the idea of having a show name, like Mariah is Mimi, a persona that you can call on when you need to flick the confidence switch - mine is Lili - she's a mix between Audrey Hepburn, Kelly Osbourne, Jem (from Jem and the Holograms) and Gwen Stefani - I'm working on being a bit like the pink-glitter-sprinkling Lili everyday!

I've just spent the last hour on the phone with Izzy.
Izzy is incredible.
We've known each other since the 2nd year of secondary school and bonded over Doc Martens and Addidas Gazelles, she's so incredibly talented and doesn't even know it.
She's totally infectious and now I'm off the phone after a conversation filled with music, politics, London livin', writing, work...I'm positively full to the brim with love, laughter and the knowledge that no matter where we are in the world, we will always be friends.
We're meeting tomorrow, she now lives in a super-cool pad in London and I'm in town for work stuff, and I just know that we'll be able to fill many more hours and still not cover everything we ever need to say.
Izzy rocks.

I'm writing today in a feather boa.
Pink, natch.
I'm hoping it will kick to the kerb the extreme version of grumpilumpitis that I'm currently experiencing.
Y'see, even pink thinking princesses get grumps. It's not right and it's not really okay either, but it happens. Luckily, a feather boa, some pink tinted shades, an injection of positivity and doing your most favouritist things will normally do the trick...

Well, s'far, so good, coz I'm now writing words, which I wasn't half an hour ago.
Granted, they're not words in a report that needs to be in next week, but they are words and that's a very good place to start.

On the favouritist things front, I did treat myself to a hefty dose of my gorgeous friend Chevverchops last night.
We chatted, ate pud thai (my very favourite dinner in all of the world) and then chatted some more, until midnight in fact! I had a sore throat this morning due to the fact we didn't actually came up for air at any point.

Reading is also another of my favouritist things to do, and I love nothing more than to lounge around with a book for hours. Except this takes time and right now, I don't have any.
This is rude.
Reading time should be the law so in order to make time to read more, I've made some rules:

1. I will quit reading every book I start. Life is short. There are too many good books out there to waste time trying to finish the bad ones.

2. Tape the programmes I REALLY want to watch, that way I can skip the commercials and control when I watch it.

3. Read books I enjoy. When I..m reading a book I love, I seem to make time to read during my day. Which is another reason to stop reading a book I dislike.

4. Get calm. When I sit down to read, I keep wanting to jump up and take care of some borin' snorin' task. But that..s no way to read, so I will chill my boots, as should you.

5. Most importantly, I will always have something to read. Never again, will I go anywhere empty-handed. Train journeys for example, I'm always on a train and instead of taking a book will usually buy Heat at the trainstation. No more. I'm going to be all about the books.

In fact, I will complete the report in the next hour - no blog watching, no email peeking, no myspace commenting so that I can read some more of my current book du jour: Cafe Tropicana by Belinda Jones. I love, love, love her books especially The California Club - she's ultimately travel-girl chicklit, her female characters are so well formed and the stories always take you on a real adventure - Belinda, you rule.

Did you see Take That on Paul O'Grady yesterday?

I reverted back to my 13 year old self and reached for the video record button, it was all I could do to stop myself from ringing round my gal pals to tell them they were on the TV.
Because that's what we used to do.
That's when we weren't bunkin' school to follow them up and down the country, booking into the same hotels as them, hanging outside venues until stupid o'clock to get pix taken with them and generally making our teen lives all about Take That.
Oh, I loved Take That. Fact.

Y'see, before all this fancy schmancy Myspace malarky, there were things called FB's - friendship books.
You would fill in a page all about yourself, stick in a photocopied pic and pass it on to a penpal, who would do the same and pass it onto another penpal, you would then make lots of friends with similar interests all over the world - god, it seems positively retro now!
It did mean that you got proper snail mail, which is still, by far, my most favourite thing in the world - I still jump with excitement at the sound of post hiting the doormat, even if it is mainly from some dude called Bill. Grr.
It also meant that I made some of the coolest friends, who I'm pleased to say I still keep in touch with - loving you Claire - who loved Take That and we became like a network, allbeit a slow moving one in comparison to the Myspace and Bebo etc, passing photos, arranging meet ups at venues, sharing stories - dude, they were fun, fun times.

Take That were so much cooler than real boys.
For one, they didn't call me names like the dudes at school and two, they were a whole lot less threatening than real boys, what with them being pop boys and all. You could put them on a pedalstal, kiss their poster at night and hang out with your favourite gal pals all over the country trying to catch a glimpse of them.

Until recently, I used to look back at my teens as a time when I was bullied, was a swot girl and was totally dorky and unattractive, but seeing Take That ten years on (TEN YEARS? When exactly did that happen?) has just rebooted all the happy things 'bout being Teen Lisa in the world.
It ruled.
I loved Gary btw.
In fact, I still do.

Now I'm not a political kind of girl, but there are some things I get crazy mad about and one of them is ignoring the fact that our world is in a bad-ass mess.
I have friends who think it's not worth recycling because they can't even begin to right the wrong that China is currently creating.
That 'tude sucks.
Fact.
Just as we've polluted our world to the point of climate chaos, we also have the resources and the knowledge to save it.
If we choose, we can make those politician types take the action needed.
They can't resist us all, right?

So, I got me a copy of 'I count - your step-by-step guide to climate bliss' - it's a fab, fun and quirky book filled with real ways to help stop climate change and got me to thinking 'bout Christmas. Bear with me on this one...

I love Christmas as much as Santa Claus, but when we start the festivities in November and do our big city lights switch on a day after bonfire night, we are using up a whole lot of electricity - couldn't we just start celebrating from Dec 1st?
That way we wouldn't be like Scrooge asking for Christmas decorations to be removed all together - but we could save energy all through November - simple!

Anyway, I'm not getting on my pink soapbox, I'm just putting it out there - we can make a difference, and recycling WILL help, turning electrical items off instead of leaving them on standby WILL help, reusing carrier bags WILL help.
For more info on what WILL help go to: www.Icount.org.uk

my day...
I am still poorly, but don't worry I'm not looking for sympathy.
No, really I'm not.
But if anybody did want to send me grapes and chocolate do feel free!

I was totally prepared for another day of TV watching but, was then hit by the realisation that I wouldn't get paid if I didn't work, that's how it works when you're self-employed.
That sucks.
So I sat at my dining room table and attempted to work. I've done surprisingly well too. I did break at 12 coz I heard Jordan and Peter were on This Morning, I don't care what anyone says about Jordan. I think she rocks.
She's a hugely successful business woman, she's willing to give anything a try and while I may be the only one, I'll deffo be buying their album of duets. I mean, can you seriously think of anything more deliciously camp?
Exactly, no you can't.
They're adoreably cute together and I just love how over-the-top she is, she had what looked like an entire animal clipped to her head, which I'm assuming was a hair piece and huge-ass eyelashes for a daytime telly show. What's not to love about that?

Whilst working I also headed over to Heidiseeker.com, my site du jour, where I accidently ordered the new Pretty in Pink shopper which I justified to myself because it is so unbelievably huge that I will never need another bag ever again, which is, of course a lie, what with me being a girl in the world. I also accidently purchased a pair of trash girl gloves - they were just too cute not to buy. I plan on working my new Alabama-esque ensemble on my trip to Disneyland which is in a few weeks - wohoo!

I also checked over some gossip blogs that I subscribe to who informed me that...
Jude and Sienna have split, again.
Posh Spice doesn't drink water, only diet coke.
Nicole Kidman - Is she/isn't she?

My head is officially filled with fluff. Is that wrong?

As I've got germs, I've had a day of TV and magazines - it's the only right and proper thing to do when you're ill.
I have watched a lot.
Starting with Popworld, I then discovered a programme on MTV called The Hills which is like Laguna Beach but in Hollywood - so bad, yet so good to watch...
I'm now watching that Make Me A model, fancy that Waz going home? He did seem a lil bit arrogant, but he was so easy on the eye, shame.

While all I'm doing is telly watchin', I have no exciting news to share so I've nicked Sam's quiz thingy - sucha sucker for these things...

1. Story behind your myspace song:
I heart HSM mostest, and Sam finally found it after days of us both searching so she let me nick it! "...I'm sooooaaaaaring..." What's not to love?

2. What month were you born in?
November - it is officially my b'day month right now!

3. Where do you live?
The Pink Palace, Portsmouth

D E S C R I B E Y O U R . .

4. Wallet:
I have two - not coz I have loads of money or anything, but my man bought me a cute-as wallet from Fossil in SanFran which I keep all my credit cards and stuff in, but I also have a yumsville Heidi Seeker cassette purse to keep all my change in too!

5. Dream car:
An old school pink nissan figaro - adorable - I'm saving up right now!

6. Toothbrush:
Pink - natch.

7. Jewelry worn daily:
nose ring, tounge stud, my engagement ring, two rings that the man has bought me and my watch - the rest is accessorised depending on the outfit!

8. Pillow Case:
cream jersey pillow cases - cosy anf warm for the winter - I have 4 sets!

9. Eyes:
Brown

10. Single or taken:
Taken, but still able to check out hotties - well, it would be rude not to!

11. Cologne/Perfume:
Hugo Boss Deep Red - dee-lish.

12. CD in stereo:
Amy Winehouse - Back to Black and My Chemical Romance - Black Parade

13. Piercings:
nose, tounge, 8 ear piercings

W H A T A R E Y O U . . .

14. Wearing:
Pink PJ's and pink fluffy socks - I'm ill, ok?

15. Wanting:
my nose to stop running and for a huge bar of chocolate to appear...

16. Something you are afraid of?
A world without pinkness - how awful would that be?

17. Do you like candles?
what a funny question?! Yep, I do...

18. Do you like the taste of blood?
how random... not particularly...

19. Do you believe in love?
Yes

20. Do you believe in soul mates?
Yes

21. Do you sleep naked?
No, I love my pj's too much!

22. Do you like seafood?
hell, yeah - love it!

23. Do you remember your dreams?
Sometimes, normally I 'member the bad ones though. Boo.

24. Do you consider yourself a study freak?
I was! I was a complete geek girl, I am however proof that the whole studying lark pays off - I didn't do maths tho, maths sucks.

25. Do you like tattoos?
I do, I love, love, love them - I love them on me and on other people

26. Do you believe in miracles?
I'd like to, but I think you have to work to make the good things happen in your life

27. Do you burn easily in the sun?
I do. Boo.

28. Do you speak another language other than English?
French - not fluent, but I can deffo muddle through!

29. What's something you wish you could understand better?
How to save money and not spend it on superflous goodies!

30. Are you shy around a crush?
Oh no, I'm skirty flirty!

31. Last incoming call on your cell phone?
Vix - telling me that she had found her lost boyf. Phew!

32. What's your favorite restaurant?
Ooohh, there are too, too many - at the moment, I'm lovin' chez Swanksville, otherwise known as mr Swanksville's house, he's too good at the cookin' lark and beats any resturant, hands down!


33. Last time you swam in a pool?
I'm not happy about getting a pool that small children pee in.


34. Britney Spears is a skank. Agree or disagree?
Disagree - I'm team Britney all the way!

35. Music?
Too much to list...lovin' TT new single, Amy Winehouse,The Killers, The Pippettes...

36. What was the last thing you bought?
Grazia magazine

37. Does someone have a crush on you?
Johnny Depp obviously, but we've decided that neither of us are going to do anything about it, what with us both being in relationships and all!

38. What shoes are you wearing right now?
Pink fluffy slippers...

39. Do you have a garden?
Yes, it's the prettiest garden you'll ever see!

40. Where did Waldo go?
Who's Waldo? Is that like where's Wally?

41. Best movie you've seen in the past month?
The Guardian/High School Musical

42. Who were the last people you went out to dinner with?
Vix and I went to Martin's house for dinner, does that count? Other than that I went out with Susie last week to Strada, a posh Italian chain - the pizza is dee-lish...

43. Are you a good cook?
No, and I am very lucky that the man is a riddiculously good cook otherwise I would starve...

44. Do you know how to pump your own gas?
I don't drive, maybe I'll learn when I do!

45. Do the Chinese really use cats in their food?
?

46. Have you ever had to wear a uniform to school?
I did, it was quite a cool black and red combo though!

47. Last thing you ate?
A special K bar

48. Think fast, who do you hate right now?
I don't hate anyone, but I dislike George Bush

49. Who was the last person you visited in the hospital?
my dad, he's out now though...

50. Where were you on Valentine's Day?
At home with my man watching Ghost - I love that film!

Gwen Stefani - Wind It Up (Complete MV)

We heart Gwen!

I've got germs. Boo.
I've got germs.
I pride myself on my vitimin C taking ability, yet this morning, I have woken up with sore eyes and a runny nose.
Boo.
I shall maintain vitimin C taking and when the shops are open, I'll go buy that lemsip powder that tastes like sherbet.

The thing is, I was actually expecting a sore throat.
The Vix has been practically evangelical about her new 'puter game, Singstar. The Martin - who, I can't continue talking about without mentioning how completely fab the guy looks in eyeliner, he's total rock boy chic - offered to have a Singstar party at his house and cook us Chilli with dips.
I said I'd bring Haribo and cheesecake.
So to recap: Vix, Martin and I, Singstar and yummy food.
That, my friends, is the ingredients for fabulousness. Fact.

Never have I laughed so much and so hard and I now have this new found empathy for those dudes on the X factor, 'coz singing is hard.
If you've never heard or played the Singstar you are you are seriously missing out because I'm even contemplating getting me a nintendo just so I can play it. According to Vix, there are a whole series of Singstar, last night we had Singstar Party, Singstar Pop and Singstar Rock - personal fave. You then pick a song, of which there are many and you can then sing a solo, a duet or you can battle with your friends, we did a lot of battling, and the words come up like in Karaoke but you get judged on holding notes, pausing in the right place and getting the words right. At the end you score points and in a SImon Cowell fashion are told whether you're a wannabee, a rising star, and ametuer or whether you are in fact a Singstar Suerstar.
This is officially the best game you'll ever play.
You think it's going to be so easy, but even McFly's 'Obviously' which I'm not ashamed to admit I know all the words to, is so much harder when you're trying to score points.
You get proper microphones too, and for anyone that's never held a microphone, you really embrace the whole popstar thing when you're holding it and at points, I completely forgot I was in Martin's front room.
It's that good.

Martin won the award for actually looking like a popstar working his whole Killers/Johnny Cash fusion, Vix won for actually sounding like a popstar and I got props for effort and enthusiasm - I even closed my eyes and did a crazy hand movement to The Scorpian's Wind of Change.

It wasn't about the competition, which was good what with me not being good and all, and lucky it seems as Martin and I were totally unaware that Vix is a musical showgirl. She can properly sing, hold notes and everything. At first we thought it was because she had had more chance to practice, but actually, she's really, really good, like a real-life singer.
My personal highlight was when I scored 'Rising Star' whilst singing Ronan and Yusef's 'Father and Son'. I put it down to my attention to detail when pronouncing my words with an Irish twang and growling like he does, in all the right places.
I rule at Ronan.

We sang so much that we even forgot to eat our dessert.
I know, crazy.

This was very different to my Thursday evening where I was hanging in the boudoir of a near naked hottie who wasn't actually my boyfriend.

Don't fret, I was merely playing both Trinny and Susannah to the sweet-as-sugar Mr Swanksville during 'Operation wash-that-man-right-outta-my-hair. My name for it, not his.
Again, I had a yummy tea cooked for me, drank more of the pink bubbles that are constantly on ice at a place as swanky as his, and laid on some ridicculously expensive bed linen as I became the Simon Cowell of outfit choosing. His wardrobe is a myriad of super-swanky labels - natch, but while they may have an expensive price tag, there were some, and admittedly they were few and far between, that needed to be kicked to the kerb in a fashion not dissimilar to an ex of Britney's. It was so much fun, I took my role very seriously and as we chose a series of combinations, it was like having a real-life Fashion Wheel, like I did when I was a kid.

Life is all about the dream fulfilment and when you have friends like mine, it happens on a daily basis. How lucky am I?
Talkin' of dream fulfilment, Atoosa, editor of Seventeen magazine in the US has just resigned, like that wouldn't be the best job in the whole world? Editor of a hugely succesful teen magazine in the best city of all of the world - I'm just off to fill in my application now!

Dove

Girls, check this out...you can't compete with a team of stylists and a dude working photoshop, so don't even try - you're fabulous just as you are!

I heart Stephen King.

You'll be pleased to know that the man is now out of the cupboard.
Only so that he was able to experience how a real treat should be organised.
He loves Stephen King.
There's a chance he loves him a little bit more than me, which although rude and wrong, I'm dealing with what with Stephen King being 60 and living a long, long way away in Maine, except he was in the country yesterday and I risked our relationship by taking him to a live Q&A/reading thing in the London.

I've never read the Stephen, me bad.
But it seems the dude is all kind of crazy popular, with over 2,000 people turning up to see him in the middle of a park in Battersea.

SK fans are like Star Trek fans, that's what I decided.
Wanting to collect anything from the day they met Stephen, there was this one guy who was clutching a poster he'd just taken down from the wall so tightly the print was leaving a stain on his white shirt. There was this other guy who was complaining that SK may not be signing. Dude, there's 2,000 people here! He's 60 and his hands are precious. What would he prefer? A scribble in one of his books or for the SK to continue writing books?

The man was beside himself with excitement and when the Stephen came on the stage, he was the only one to start whooping in the highly reserved British audience. Bless.
SK has a touch of the legend about him, the room filled with a heady buzz when he was in it and in a room of 2,000, I think that's a pretty cool thing to be able to do. He's got this really dry sense of humour and when the constant hum of aeroplanes began to annoy him he 'joked' about them crashing on our head. I was all about the nervous laugh at that point, but according to the man, that's how the SK's head works. Hmmm.

Even if you haven't read his books, for would-be writers, the man is an inspiration. I came away bubbling with ideas and positivity about my fiction and came away with this little gem: "...Reality is the wall we bounce our balls from..."

The man is one snotty - he's got man flu, but v.happy dude right now!

I'm also fabbos too and am planning to add a whole lot more words to my Nanowrmo project over the next week, cheers mr King!

In other news: Kevin Federline has now become Britney's Fdex! Good girl, it's about bloomin' time - he is a bad, bad man miss Spears and he should of been kicked to the curb along time ago.

I'm a big fan of the Britney - even during the trailerparktrash days - but now she's shed pounds - a whole man in fact, I have no doubt she's gonna kick some serious bee-hind! I know we never really know what goes on in a relationship and unfortunately, because they inhabit celeb world, it does mean that people think they're entitled to an opinion, me included. Now, I'm sad because there are children involved, but it really is the best thing - I am officially a Team Britney member - you go girl!

The b'day - continued.
So, I think the b'day celebrations have finally ended, how rude.
Where was I? Friday...
Friday was not a highlight.
The man was in need of severe cupboard time after Friday.
I was asked to do housework because his mum was coming down, I was wished a happy christmas in my less than impressive birthday card, but yes, I did receive a trip to Disneyland which you'd think I would be happy about. Well, yes I would if I was actually going to Disneyland.

In my card was a hotmail print out of the trip details - I gave an excited girly squeal when I saw the word Disneyland - yay, he really did listen to me, he really does get me we really are destined to be together forever.
Or not.

So, he points out the price. Wrong.
He tells me that the price doesn't actually include the price of getting into Dineyland. Wrong.
He tells me we're flying. Wrong.

Before you assume I'm ungrateful 'bout it all, it's just I really couldn't of made it any clearer about what the plan should of been to fulfil a lifelong dream of mine - a eurotunnel trip right into Disneyland to see the pink castle and a marching band in the parade. That's all.

Currently, I have a flight to Paris.

If we were writing the man's relationship report right now it would have, in huge red letters: must try harder. Lacks attention to detail.

But then, to ask me to do borin' snorin' housework because his mum was coming down. Well that just took the biscuit.

There was only one thing for it...
Cupboard time.

I'm aware that this is not terribly Think Pink of me, but I'm by no means perfecto - I know, who knew eh? - but when you have the boy types in your life there are going to be moments like this, my friend Sally told me and she's been married a long time, so she should know.

While the man had cupboard time, I met with some friends who appreciated my fabness. I drank diet coke and gave my friends makeovers in the middle of the pub. Martin - you really wear mascara well!

Saturday - London baby! My fabulous friend Cathy who is a kick-ass, amazingly talented author lady was having a pamper party for some lucky competition winners at her publishers, which is a very swanky locale on the bank of the Thames, right next to The Savoy. And most importantly, they had a pink glitter floor in the lift - very cool. We had an absolute ball, author Meg Rosoff was there too - she rules, we had a really great massage and ate pink fondant fancies before heading out to the balcony to watch the sunset over London - so, so beautiful.

I then met up with the fabulous LK today, who took me to Bloomsbury Bowling Lanes - which, if you've never been, is coolsville personified - for Brie burgers and Woo-woo's and for a huge helping of gorgeous people! We ate and talked - a lot, and spent a lot of time admiring the kick-ass girl gadget of beauty that she had bought me, it really is rather fabulous and most importantly, is called Lola golightly! It's far too prettilicious to use, so I just keep looking at it!

Sunday

We went to lunch with the man's mum. I wore my very best smile.

Yesterday, I went to work, which I can't really call work because I really do have the best time ever when I'm there, got a much needed hug from miss Sally and ate the new boy's cakes. I also checked out locales in my city for a TP party, it's all quite expensive but I'm never going to have a first book out again am I? Then went to tea with Susie and Kev, who bought me pretty Benefit make-up. Happy days.

In other news: mr swanksville and I, hot on the heels of our Joseph exploits, are now going to go high culture, he always has been, but me? Not so much. and we have got ourselves tickets to Rufus Wainwright at the Palladium in Feb - so excited.

Book news: I get to see an advanced copy of my book soon - wohoo. Unfortunately, my editor won't be there when it comes in, what's even worse than that, she won't be there because she'll be in NYC. Now that really is rudeness. I'm hoping someone else might send me a copy in her absence. Please?

So, did I miss the memo?
Because I was thinking Joseph and his Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat was a biblical story with sing-along-to songs - turns out it was camper than a row of pink tents at Christmas in Gaysville - j'adored it mostest! It was quite possibly the best afternoon I've had in like, oh, I don't know, forever?! It was the best!

Turns out H couldn't manage a whole 7 days worth of work and cried off this afternoon's performance, which, at first I was mildly aggravated by, but it turns out his understudy was a whole lot of cuteness so while I will still be writing a letter of complaint, I will be praising the fabness of his much cuter, easier on the eye, understudy in the process.

The show was just the best.

I did understand why Joseph's bro's got a bit annoyed with him and sold him to the Egyptians tho, he was one bad-ass showoff with that technicoloured coat of his y'know - braggin' bout how 'I look dashing, I look smart, I am a walking work of art...' To be fair tho, he really was working that coat, he looked hot to trot!

Anyway, I persuaded Mr Swanksville - who, you'll be pleased to know seems to have moved through his 'total diva' phase - to partake in some clapping, whooping and singing along, he was wearing Armani (see, he really is swanksville) and had previously been worried about the small child next to him getting ice cream on his threads, but even he couldn't resist a rousing rendition of 'Any dream will do' - paying particular attention to the 'ahhhh, ah's'.

It was really quite, quite fabulous!

Bday week - the story s'far

Forget just having one of those boring snoring one-day-a-year birthdays, I'm all about the week long celebrations!

So...Monday, I hung out with miss Vix, ate yummy food and got Sabine mail from Gemany which I am not going to open til tomorrow!

Tuesday - on Tuesdays I work in an office with by far the coolest group of people in all of coolsville, and they completely exceeded themselves in the celebration stakes! my totally fabulous friend Sally had created what I can only describe as a desk of pink fabulousness for me to work at! There were pink sprinkles everywhere and I had a tiara and feather boa which I wore all day long with complete pleasure - I also got fab, fab presents from Sally and the lovely Sarah which I shall re-open and re-love all over again tomorrow!

The whole office went for a feast of cheesy chips to celebrate with me which was just such a treat, we then ate cakes and chocolate in the afternoon yum!

Then...I know, it's not even over yet, Sally, Sarah and I went to the cinema where we indulged in Marie Antoinette - I adored it.

It was completely decadent and watching that much cake even made me feel a bit queasy, which is virtually unheard of, it was a really interesting story too, a real reflection of modern day society - she was like an olden days Paris Hilton but with much prettier clothes - I love, love, loved it - we then went for a glass of wine where laughed lots and the entire highlight of my day was having Sally's dee-lish husband come and pick us up and drop me to my door - whatta legend!


Yesterday - I went to the Isle of Wight and then in the evening met The Man at Gunwharf where we danced in the square like nobody was watching, except they were, but we didn't care and we went to see the film The Guardian.
Well, I thought it was going to be another of The Man's action movies, but was more than willing to sit through it on the basis that I might catch a glimpse of Ashton Kutcher looking all cute and stuff.

But I was wrong.

It was probably one of the most moving, heart-string tugging films I've seen all year. I thought it was incredible.
Basically, it's about the US coastguard and I won't tell you anymore because I really, really don't want to spoil it for anyone that might go and see it, because the whole not knowing made the film so much better for me.


Today, I've been visited by my step-dad with gifts and cards and I'm heading to Southampton with my friend from Swanksville who is taking me to see Joseph and his Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat - H from Steps is Joseph, it's going to be campness personified, I can't wait!


As for tomorrow, The Man and I are going to celebrate bday together so am keeping all gifts and cards till then!


Man, I feel like a proper princess from princessville!

It does mean that the novel has only got 1,0502 words - will work on it next week when it is no longer my bday!
Oh. That makes me a little bit sad.

Just a quickie to say that Lola Love, hipster heroine of Think Pink, has a blog and she has just interviewed the too cool for school zine queens responsible for the uber cute 'Polka Zine' - read all about it at: http://www.pink-world.co.uk/blog/index.html

Okay, budding writer types - listen up!
November is National Novel Writing Month - more commonly known as NaNoWriMo - an annual challenge to write 50,000 words in the 30 days of November.
So, that's what I'm going to do.
I know I'm a writer girl, but I neglect my fiction and always find something more important to write, but November is going to be all about my fiction - I have an idea that I'd love to develop and think this is the ideal opportunity to make it happen.
Sign up at www.nanowrimo.org where you build a profile and get your very own progress-ometer to keep track of how you're doing. You can team up with writing buddies and it's generally just a great exercise in kickin' your wannabee writer ass. So, you don't finish it? So, you only write 1,000 words? You're going to be a whole lot further than you were to achieving your dream, right? The website has all the information you'll need to make it happen and the starting gun is fired on November 1st - good luck!


PS: During Nanowrimo, my absolute favourite book site - www.trashionista.com is running what they're calling NaNovember, they'll have interviews with - and guest blogs by - authors whose NaNo novels have been published (including Trashionista fave Lani Diane Rich), reviews of the books and - yes! - more giveaways. And that's not all! They'll also have features and updates on the NaNo experiences of certain Trashionistas and much much more. It's going to be great and it all kicks off on Wednesday 1st NaNovember. You'd be mad to miss it.

I am on the edge of my seat in anticipation of the special edition Royle Family that's on later tonight.
I love, love, love that programme.
Obviously, my life isn't all about the TV, although I did spend over 4 hours watching Just Jade yesterday afternoon. I was researching at the same time, so it was not complete time wasted and as I dig Jade, who is far more intelligent than she'll ever let on, it wouldn't have been a waste anyway. So there. Living TV really is rather fabulous. I had missed the whole series, so they replayed it all. That rocks.

I didn't stay in all day though.
I went out and even missed X Factor.
I know, crazy.
I got a taxi to my friend's house and the taxi driver became my least favourite person the second I shut the door.
TD: "It's good to see you dressed up for Halloween, Morticia Adams is it?"
Let me explain my outfit to you. I was wearing a pink neck scarf, pink beads, a pink headband with a black knitted dress that I love.
I dig Morticia, but she is not a style icon in my world and I can guarantee she would not wear pink. Not ever.
So I laughed. Thinking he was joking. Not very funny, but still.
Turns out he wasn't.
TD: "so, is that where you're going? A halloween party?"
ME: "No, dinner with a friend"
TD: "What so no halloween party?"
ME: (Red rage was starting to make an appearance at this point) "Nope, no halloween party, I dress like this on a daily basis."
TD: (big laughter, y'know, proper belly laughs) Yeah, sure you do love! You're proper funny you are."
I was fuming.
I did not talk for the rest of the journey. He asked questions, but I ignored him. This is not very Think Pink I know, but even I have my off days y'know.

Luckily, my host was all kinds of complimentary, so I un-joined the black parade and resumed my place in Pink-world.
My super-stylish friend from swanksville had made me a pre-birthday dinner. He is quite possibly the best cook, like ever.
Sssh, don't tell the man though, as he thinks he's something of a Jamie/Gordon in the kitchen.
My swanksville friend is suffering right now and is often prone to diva-esque behaviour about it all, so to be able to make such dee-lish food and look completely hot-to-trot in times of trouble, I think is pretty damn impressive.
He rocks.

I had pumpkin soup, I'd never had pumpkin before and it's now a new favourite according to my tastebuds, mushroom risotto and pink bubbles - which he tried to convince me was super posh wine from Poshville, but I'm convinced it was my number one favourite, pink lambrusco, it tasted too nice to be posh wine!

He is also a lil bit obsesso about the sad songs right now, so I took it upon myself to change them. When feeling grumpy lumps, sad songs are not appropriate - well they are sometimes, but I'm not gonna let him wallow in Joni Mitchell, I just won't allow it - but apparently this is not the 'done' thing - who knew?

After chat and good food, we arrived fashionably late at this swanky bar opening.
Man, it was hot. As in Indian heat wave hot.
My friend and I are not good in the heat.
There were lots of friends there so it was a great chance to catch up, but when it started to rain outside and was too hot inside we decided to call it a night.
Hardcore, we are not.

It did mean I got extra time in bed where I am currently reading Stephen King's On Writing reccomended to me by all my real writer friends, and is the only SK book I think I can read without scaring myself silly. I'm really looking forward to seeing him now, the man is beside himself about it all, I'm guessing it's like me meeting McFly.
Or not.

So last night was the start of bday week celebrations. I am a sucker for celebrating and although I have no official bday plans, things are appearing in my diary and I think this is going to be a week of pink-filled glitter fun!

Still lovin' my hair.
I really did do lots of work too. And while previous Fridays have been spent with the lovely Vix and Adam, I'm all snuggled on the sofa with a blankie and warm soy milk tonight and I'm watching something called Make Me A Model.
I like Fearne.
She's cool and not too try-hard.
Now, I heart America's Next Top Model mostest, and just when I think each cycle can't get any better, it does.
This however, is a poor, poor imitation with boys.
Except, while I'm wanting to hate it, I'm really liking it. Isn't that always the way?
I'm lovin' Waz.
I don't really understand what's going on, think there must be a week day programme or something, but I do know there is some serious cheek bone-age going on.

Do you know, I'm quite possibly the best girlfriend in all of girlfriendsville.
Yes, I do put my boyfriend in the Boyfriend Cupboard, but this, as I'm sure you'll understand, is for his own good. Nope, I really am good because I bought tickets for the man to see his very favourite author of all time, Stephen King.
I've never read a single Stephen King book, which were we to be married would officially be grounds for divorce, but while we're in the stages of co-habiting the man thinks he can still encourage me to become a fan. It's not that I doubt the dude's ability, he seems legendary, but I don't do scary. Fact.
Inspector Morse makes me hide behind the sofa, reading scary is more scary x 100.
But the man is practically kissing feet in response to the ticket.
I'm good.
It's not even his bday in a weeks time, it's mine. Which just goes to show that just because I'm an only child, I only think of myself. Although if it does encourage him to consider that trip to see the Pink Castle at Disneyland, Paris, that I dream about on a regular basis, then y'know, cool.

So, the Make Me a Model programme is now doin' some Marie Antoinette style catwalk thing. The photographer judge is shocking. Not only has he got some pretensious made-up name, he looks stoopid wearing silly sunglasses indoors.

I'd like to see Marie Antoinette.
J'adore Sophia Ford Coppla. She's a true inspir-o girl and is a crazy-assed talent. The reviews however, haven't been entirely positive. I'm not normally big on reviews, I can make up my own mind thank you very much. But there hasn't been one good one - not on the blogs I read, not in the press. The soundtrack is killer though, and the outfits and attention to detail in terms of fancy fashion look incredible, so on that basis alone, I think it's worth seeing.

I also have new additions to the handbag.
On a recent shopping trip with my mumma who bought me dee-lish winter attire for my bday, I bought myself make up. It really is the best present to self.
I bought Benefit Eye zings in dark which give me wowzer eyebrows, Benetint that make my lips look all bee-stung and on the recommendation of lil miss ComeOutTonite, I bought Benefit Get Bent Lash which I love, love, love. I feel like a 1950's glam girl. I have no money, but damn, I look cute.

I was trying desperately hard to put in a full day of writing without any distraction, that was until I got invited to an opening of a swanky bar at the weekend and realised I had a hairdo right out of skanksville, Arizona.

I've been cutting it myself most of this year, but it had turned mucho chunky round the back so I bit the bullet, opened the yellow pages at a random hairdressing page and rang the first number I found, I was designated Mark.

Mark rules. He is an all singing, all dancing rockerbilly, he says excuse me if he knocks one of your piercings (of which I have many) and engages you in killer conversations about old movie stars, Dita Von Tease and old vinyl. He has also given me quite possibly the cutest lil haid do I've ever had - I am now officially working a real-life Betty Page fringe with lil flicky layers, I feel uber glam and keep touching it because it feels so glossy and just-stepped-out-of-a-salon fabulous! It's the first time I've ever come out of a salon and not wanted to flatten it, cut it or buy products to make it look less, y'know, pooufy. Like I say, Mark rules.

I then took my modern-retro twist of a hairdo to the cinema. I met the man from work and he agreed to come see Last Kiss with me.
That is the power of the Boyfriend Cupboard.

Damn, Zach Braff is hot.
He's also incredibly good at acting.
Yes, there was a little navel gazing, but I'm not adverse to that, it is a great portrayal of relationships and especially about boys and how they have issues with the whole growing up thing. I loved it. I loved the dialogue, I loved the beautiful cinematography. And yes, I loved Zach Braff. I did also crush on his three boy mates too. It's a very pretty cast.

So today, I'm going to work. Properly work without procrastination. I have new hair to swish and I have been filled with cinematic inspiro-thoughts, I really have no more excuses.

I've worked very hard today.
I'm telling you this because, as the tarot card reader who I visited on the beach earlier this month so rightly pointed out, I need recognition for even the smallest of tasks, so when I do a big task like my accounts - Yawnsville, Arizona - I need a huge-ass chufty badge.

Yep, I did money stuff.
I sent boring snoring invoices, chased boring snoring invoices, filed boring snoring receipts, logged boring snoring figures and...sorry, I fell asleep just talking about the whole boring snoringness of it all, but the important thing is, I did it. Yay me!
And I didn't even treat myself with chocolate which is practically unheard of, which makes me positvely angelic this evening!

The man however, has been put in the boyfriend cupboard.
For those of you that don't have a boyfriend. You are lucky. For those of you that DO have a boyfriend, but DON'T have a cupboard, then you are...very silly.
Y'see, boyfriends sometimes need a little time out.
There are times when they are completely unreasonable, when they make ridiculous comments or when they are just being, well y'know, annoying, and it is at these moments especially that they need a little cupboard time.
The amount of time is entirely up to you. Ideally, it needs to be enough for them to think about their actions and realise they were completely in the wrong. My Man is not at that stage yet, he still thinks that it was completely okay to take his bad day at work out on me by generally being rather grumpy and shouting a lot.
It was not, which is why he is in the cupboard and will stay there until I hear promises of flowers, Benefit make-up and a trip to Disneyland, Paris.

I have a friend who is going through a tough time right now.
That makes me sad.
What makes me happy though, is that he's being a complete diva about it.
And when I say diva, I mean a diva of epic-like proportions as in Elizabeth Taylor after her break up with Richard Burton.
Uh huh.
He's bought fabulously decadent presents for himself and has taken to his bed.
This is where I like to imagine he's wearing a headscarf, smoking an endless supply of cigarettes and swigging gin from a bottle. I don't condone this behaviour and he's not actually doing it, but like I say, this is what I like to imagine what with me having one of those over-active imaginations and all!
I'm worried that after buying so many expensive presents he will be unable to afford the basics like y'know, food, so I plan on taking him a meal of baked beans and bread tomorrow.
See? I truly am angelic.