I'm really quite pissed off right now. Tom and I were supposed to be going to london tomorrow, but a misinterpretation (on his part) somehow made him believe it was NEXT weekend.

So yeah, I'm pretty pissed off. Mainly because if we ever spoke anymore, He'd know that I'm not really able to go next weekend, but because I haven't seen him in so long, I'm making space for him.

So anyway, enough of Tom. He's drunk at the moment and he couldn't tell over the phone that the reason I wasn't hugely chatty was because I was pissed off at him. I know, technically I said that it was fine, but he's said before that he KNOWS when I say things are fine, things are very much not fine. So why does alcohol make him forget that very important little 'need-to-know' bit of information, that everyone needs to know about me?

Anyway. Wednesday I went to see Basement Jaxx in Brighton. That was pretty bloody fantastic. A birthday present from Paul. And On Friday next week I'm going to see Morrissey in London with Jake (the eighth. That is Friday, right?) that should be pretty fantastic. Another birthday present. At Wembley Arena! Exciting!!

And I have loads of dosh at the moment, which I'm spending rapidly. I've bought £150 worth of clothes in the past... three days. I love the way I shop.

Oh my god. Oh my god! I just turned on the tv and Dylan Moran is on Jonathan Ross. I'm going to go and cry and die with happiness now.

Goodbye,
xxx