How Charming.

Oh how charming is this.

My week, which had commenced with utter euphoria, has gone TO HELL.

Hello Dante, I think I may be living in your inferno, how's that for Divine Comedy?

I should stop the depresssing puns.

I mean it's just been the accumulation of events and shitty weather and my PMS. Urgh.

Okay, so let's get Mr. Political Cognoscenti out of the way. Firstly, it does concern me that one of the brightest political minds of our generation is about AS DENSE AS A BLACK HOLE! OR:

a) he really is simply that dense.

b)He's lazy.

c)He's scared of taking a risk

or d) (and perhaps the most probable of all) he simply DOES. NOT. LIKE. ME.

Then, why, may I ask, all the flirting?

Urgh. I'm up against T's School Captain here! I am no competition whatsoever. urgh. So depressing. And isn't it lovely how they MATCH?? ggr. I mean seriously, if YOU HAD SPORTING COMMITMENTS WHY KEEP UP the pretence?

Meh I'm tired. I've lost my flair for blogging.

The Murray goes and scoffs at me with her condescension.

Go fuck a whale.

Go to Japan, get skewered and be fed to populace.