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woah.
so i just had to send a password request for this as it had been THAT long that i've not written/ been stupidly slack/ completley abandoned my aggy soap box, leaving it well and truly high and dry. to be fair, it was probably 24 hours away from shutting down as virtual cobwebs formed and dust mites ate away at it, only for me to be left with a pop up message saying "you're a lazy fucking SHIT corinne, noone even reads this anymore, we've locked you OFF. LATERS."
waaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh.
but i'm back. and so much has been going on since my last moan fest. i mean, you turn on the tv on a saturday night now to find essex's finest airheads getting 'vajazzled' on 'the only way is essex', which in fact is NEVER the way. for anything. you get to squirm at x factor's katie "if i wear more and more ridiculous fake eyelashes every week maybe people won't notice my shit hair or how fucking irritating and untalented i am" waissel, mugging herself off and BEGGING it live on tv every week and much to the delight of most girls, we can see chezza really always has been a chav. theres the tacky cherry coloured hair extensions cascading down her back plus she's wearing dresses that wouldn't look out of place in the window of river island. not that it matters to simon cowell who is still itching to bone her, agrees with everything that comes out of her little dimpled mouth and is blates fondling her tango orange thigh under the judges desk. and shes bang on it. according to the man himself she has him "wrapped round her little finger". sorry where's your wife to be simon? not shipped her off to a private island somewhere so she can't see you salivating over tweedy? SURE.
anyway, i'm feeling a bit rusty after my 3 month sabbatical *ahem* and my fingers are turning a nice shade of blue as the arctic weather outside hasn't stopped anyone in the office from cranking on the air con whilst we all sit in our full winter gear. not to mention, i am finding it extremely hard to get back into the swing of things at work after a blinding week off consisting mainly of tea drinking, bitching, gossiping, wine drinking, 2 in a row eclairs eating with my mate gemma. such is life.
but now. the only way to celebrate my own long awaited return and of course to brighten up this excruciatingly boring tuesday afternoon is simply done.
one man.
in a shower.
lathered up in imperial leather soap suds.
send.
hypnotized is not eeeeeeeven the word.
enjoy one and all. i know i am.
