sore gums, a sign of bad health

Pixie Geldof

What a young lady.

I have a freakin' sore gum. I bit straight into an apple today and it wrecked! Silly of me really, I might not have discovered my gum pain if I hadn't decided to eat an apple. I'm secretly trying not to eat so much (so much bad stuff), but 'secretly' means kind of non-existently, and subsequently I've probably eaten more. I guess when I move out of home I won't be able to afford all this rich creamy luxurious food my parents buy, so I'll live off plain rice and cottee's cordial and get really wan and skinny! and get a home made tattoo! lovely. I've had an interesting week.
Well, maybe I haven't. Some things I don't want to talk about. Like losing the netball grand final (fuck team sports). But on Friday afternoon I crocheted Ashley a beanie, grey, its so nice! I was really very proud of myself, he said he liked it too. VERY SOON I will put a photo up here. I had to make it before Sunday because that's when everyone but me (and Lucy) went off to Jindabyne to ski, and he needed to be warm. He sent me a message last night saying he got compliments about it, so I'm satisfied. Because of my non-attendance of mentioned school camp, I practically get this week off, except tomorrow we have to go to fill out some booklet about being nice to your peers, even though they're all skiing and gallavanting around. Not that it isn't nice enough here in Sydney:
Yesterday I went up to Asquith with Andrew, it was his birthday (why do I attract old men?), but he distracted me from actually shopping, so I didn't find anything exciting to buy. He drove me down to Hornsby and we went to the rooftop parking lot and bathed in the afternoon sun, it was really quite nice. Pity he has a GIRLFRIEND! Ha ha, but he told me to come hang at his birthday celebrations on Friday night, so that's all good.
Later on Lucy and her drug habit brought me to Turramurra, and by the time I walked home at about 10pm my joints felt like melting icicles, about to snap! I watched Andrew Denton for what seemed like hours, and that tripped me out, so I drew a huge picture of an old man with blue pen and it was surprisingly good; I'm not usually a drawer. The pen ran out, that frustrated me: it was the one with the red light and bubble-blower and the red Strawberry Shortcake stamp on top. My favourite, probably. All-round bummer. Disappointing enough to send me to bed, but I didn't sleep. I was seriously so tired and lethargic but couldn't stop thinking! Counter-active medication? Argh

Today I cleaned my room, but it's only half done, as usual.

I'm going to get into my bed now, under the mess I've made trying to tidy.


And this is what i'll dream of
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