The writing of a girl who likes heavy metal and dolls houses, making things and charity shopping

Sunday, 20 March 2011


If I could move I would like to go for a stroll, perhaps a meander through the park and up to Packwood to sit in the church yard with my book. If I could get off the sofa I might like to have a shower and take last nights make up off. As it is I am stuck here, trying not to vomit. Oh well, at least I didn't puke on my own shoes last night, unlike a certain Miss Phillips. Yes mum! I am home! Proud much? Boyfriend has gone snowboarding for a lads only holiday- I am bothered? No, because I went out last night for a pub crawl / dance in Eddies and drank far too much red bull and a bit too much vodka.

I anticipate that Rebecca will not be getting out of her pajamas in the foreseeable future.


  1. This is exactly how my Friday was. I only vomited once though. And it was ENTIRELY worth it.

  2. I love that it was ENTIRELY worth it! :-)
    I was still feeling rough on Monday morning!

    Got chatting to a guy in the pub from Dundee, now living in Dudley. I've never been to Dundee but the idea that anyone would leave specifically to move to Dudley is... surprising! (no offense to anyone in Dudley, it has a splendid castle and interesting roadworks).