Product of the Day

Yes, you've read this correctly. A brand of new products specifically designed for you "area". Muff. Foo. Noonie. Lady garden. Whatever you call it. I find this hilarious, personally (I don't own it!) I want to buy it though for the name alone.

"Throw some glitter, make it rain"- Ke$ha time!

It finally happened! The long awaited day, to see good ol' glitter fan Ke$ha! I saw her in Manchester with a group of friends and she. Was. A. May. Zing. Seriously, best time EVER! She had glitter guns, dancing trannies, kick ass outfits (skeleton leotards and glow up sunglasses), a giant dancing foam penis outfit, and clingfilmed a man to a chair to abuse him. Incredible. I came away highly confused about whether I wanted to a)be Ke$ha or b) go gay for her. I'm still undecided. She might not have the best voice, but her songs are so damn catchy and she's immensely fun to watch. She's also a bit of a dirty bitch, but all it made me want to do was to go and party with her, and follow up any question with, "but what would Ke$ha do???" (the answer to this makes you make bad decisons, but incredible memories :P )

Look at her-you gotta love a girl who doesn't care that it looks like she rarely washes. I also got inspired and threw a truck load of glitter on myself which looked amazing at the time, but made for interesting looks when getting the train home the next day...(see answer to WWKD??) 


The only gripe I had was it was hot. Like...really hot. I'm an easy going person, but if there's one thing I can't abide is being too hot. I. Hate. It. It means being sweaty, shiny, make up melty, and hair plastery. So I feel I went into the gig looking decent and came out looking a bit Susan Boyle. Which I'm pretty sure Ke$ha would have approved of anyways.

"Next time I'll just order pizza"

I've never been much of a cook. Never have, never will. I always wait until I'm raving with hunger before I actually think about making anything, and by then, I just stare at the fridge, eating whatever I come across like a grazing cow, rather than all that marinate/soak/baste/bake bollocks.


Today I thought "I'll bloody well make an omlette" (Yes, an omlette. Rome wasn't built in a day). I had never made one before, but I don't let little things like lack of experience stop me. So I cracked those eggs, chopped up some ham and onions, threw them in the pan, generally went about my business.  


Then I smelt it. Smoke. I thought..."that can't  be right..maybe I'm having a stroke". The damn teatowel was on fire. I don't remember picking it up, or where it came from, but the teatowel with the cows on it (teacow-el???) was on fire. "Fuck". I let out a girly squeal, picked it up, promptly burnt myself and dropped it. Now I had a small inferno on my kitchen floor. I filled up a bowl of water and sloshed it on top-crisis averted, phew. And I burnt my omlette. I bet this never happens to Nigella.

Shameless plug of the day

Times are hard, I know that, you know that. So, in a completely shameless plug, here's a link to my Ebay page! Have a look around, bring a cup of tea and a sandwich. Those shoes look great on you, the really do. And that dress makes you look dead skinny. Swear. 


All items come from a smoke free home, so pick something up. If you do, I'll take you on a picnic and buy you an icecream. Oh, the times we'll have!


http://shop.ebay.co.uk/pinklesleyann123/m.html?_trksid=p4340.l2562

Website of the day

http://tumblr4men.tumblr.com

"None of that girly shit girls post every day, non stop"


I love this site :) I'm very much a girl, but I do know when to draw the line at incessant pictures of hands shaped into a heart and boke-worthy life/laugh/love quotes. This site is quite the remedy for them!

The Horrors of Paintballing

Today, amongst other fun things (quad biking, safari), I had to take part in the fun little activity of paintballing. Now, I'm a peaceful creature. I also bruise stupidly easily, so I didn't have the best time. My group of friends got split up,so I was in a predominantly male group, who were either teenage boys, or lads in the their 20's which meant they took it.Very. Seriously. "Right, if we go in this formation, we can flank them from the back and get them while they're looking for us. Ready? Ok, GO, GO, GO!!" And off they charged. I wasn't really paying attention as I was too busy trying to figure out how to turn the safety on my gun off without shooting myself in the foot.


It's terrifying, ambling about in the forest, pretending to be stealthy, or in my case, trembling behind a tree, waiting to get shot. I got shot in the head (ouch, and paintball paint makes your hair a greasy, oily mess), in the leg (the piantball pellet didn't burst, leaving a sexy big purple welt) and in the hand, which you had to raise in the air once you were out AND VUNERABLE.  I also fell over going from one hiding place to the other, which resulted in dirty hands.  I think it's safe to say paintballing is not my forte. 

This is the sexy get up we had to wear. The overalls stank, and were a bit damp. *Boke*

Photo of the day

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Is it photoshopped? Most definitely. Do I care? Heck no. What else do you need on a Saturday night other than a kitten made to look like Pikachu? (*I want to be...the very best, dun dun dun DUN, like no one ever waaaas...etc*)