Woot!

My flat is now clean.

Things didn't go quite to plan. I did go shopping yesterday, with the list and everything, but when I got in I fell asleep for 2 and a half hours, so I did the cleaning today.

I went for a walk on the beach afterwards, just to get out of the house, and low and behold, strange slightly drunken man came over to talk to me.

This one was Al, with his dog Bru.

It must be the pheromones. Either that or I have a large neon sign on my head that only certain types of men can see that says 'Hello, come and talk to me, I will find you fascinating!. And not the right kind of men.


Mars bar=gooooood. Something that really amused me in Supersze Me was when Morgan was eating and said to the camera that he had be feeling depressed, but when he started eating he felt much better.

He was really surprised.

I could have told him that when you're feeling bad eating something fattening usually makes you feel better. He didn't have to knacker his liver in to find that out, he could have just asked me. Or any other woman. Silly boy

I watched Shaun Of The Dead yesterday and had a night full of strange zombie dreams. That always happens. Whenever I see a zombie film, no matter how good, bad, silly or tongue in cheek it is (Shaun of The Dead was good fun, gory, but funny) I always have slightly disturbing zombie dreams. I don't know why. There's just something about zombies that freaks me out.

Right, I've got creative writing class homework to do...