*sniffle*
forgive me father for I have sinned it's been 21 years since last I confessed.
I play computer games when i claim to be working, computer games i might add that i dont particularly like.
I enjoy the fact that I'm better looking then my ex's girlfriend, immensly.
I enjoy revenge.
I lie to toursits.
I lie to jehova witnesses, door to door salesmen and charity cash collecters because I hate being woken up before 12 and assailed by unnatractive strangers in poorly fitted suits.
Sometimes I dont lie and I answer the door naked, knowing my unclad form will be indelibly inked in their chaste little minds.
I kind of like the way they look over their shoulder as the scuttle down the path.
I should be seeing my girlfriend in 10 minutes, but I'm lazy and I'm going to be late because dear lord, I dont really want her sister to cut my hair, I like it how it is.
I'm one of those people who purposly dances seductivly with her girlfriends at clubs for the dual satisfaction of annoying the stright girls and drawring a crowd.
Whilst i masquarade as intelligent, nerdy and deep, and go to protests and read all the papers, use big words and nod at appropriate intervals in intelligent discussions, I'm secretly utterly obsessed with image and external beauty, spend hours in the shower, dispise hippies and have tried to munipulate my true hippe mother into shaving her legs.
i go to art opeings because i'm a cheese adict.
hail mary
hail mary
hail mary
oh and I forgot, I read the finacial times partly because my housemate hates it.
sorry