Saturday 2nd July 11

Time , 2308. Mood, Sleepy. Weight, unknown. I sit in front of the tv, pondering life's mysteries. What was the greatest thing before sliced bread? Why is angry birds so addictive? Why don't I have any ice cream? Will I ever fit into my denim skirt ever again? Where is my passport?

I live with a blithering idiot who keeps me enthralled with stories of people I neither know nor care about. Today I had classics such as "Candice txt me at 4 am to tell me about the blister on her toe" and "I shagged this guy who was doing cocaine last night. I'm strongly against drugs, but I respect him for doing it in a different room to the one I was in". Really?? REALLY? i also get regular updates on what she has eaton in the past few days, whatever her 5 year old niece is doing at school, and the current state of her sisters stretch marks. Fab!