Oh Freckle, Freckle ... What makes you so special?

"Why don't you show me a little bit of spine, you've been saving for his mattress. I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me"

Seriously. That first line is fucking genius. I love a good double entendre. Nothing gets my praise quite as much as a piece of well- written, fierce as all hell self loathing sleaze.

Perhaps that's because it's real. You can't fault truth - and it's witty. Plus I'm a huge self loathing sleaze bag so let's face it - I can relate.

Sitting at the hairdressers having my extensions put back in. This is the only thing I will EVER sit still for five-six hours. I am actually wanting to die. I've also got no idea where my tickets are for the NFG show tonight - so fucked.


Dinner and cocktails with PDailly last night ruled though.

Japanese Slippers in copious amounts = Love at Tony Starrs Kitten Club on Lt Collins.