I am still seeing double, but I would still like to discuss the problematics of having a myspace. So I was strutting into the comedy and caberet tent in Reading , smelling skunk, seeing many bodies on the floor, and hearing a deafening silence, when I heard "OI OI GIRL FROM MYSPACE!!!!!!! YOU GOT A MYSPACE, OI OI, LAUREN-RACHEL COME SIT ON MY FACE!".

I was horrified and ran to the hills.

I also got called Courtney Love. I mean as if I walk around drunk, with holey tights and smudged lippie!

Anywho, I guess I'm in trouble with mean fiddler. I didn't realise that signing up to work would involve following the SHIT TRUCK, 6-10 am AND 5-9pm every fucking day would be my job despcription. So I didn't turn up. I still stank of shit, piss and sick though.

I am so in love with forwardrussia. And Sleater Kinney.

I see there's no neighbours updates on here :(

Did anyone else get their stuff stolen? I'm sorry for those of you that didn't goto Reading, I just feel as though this normality-getting-back-to-reality thing is horrible.