That Joanne Girl

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I have been thoroughly neglectful of this blog this year, especially when it has been so good to me, listening to me rant and rave and type nonsense. So, first of all, I promise I will blog more in 2012. Is that a verb? To blog..?

Well anyway, I will. Not that it will be interesting really, I work all the time and I can’t write about what I do because its super secretive and I’d get into all sorts of trouble but also because I usually write when I’m sad or need to complain, thankfully that’s not as often these days. I should just write about the good things shouldn’t I? Probably could have worked that out for myself.

But yes, a sphere - me right now. I have eaten too bloody much over the past couple of days, I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be hungry, tomorrow I just won’t eat. My calorie intake cannot be justified! I will be going to the shops with my Mum to fight with members of the public who get in my way and buy things that I a) don’t need and b) can’t afford.

Will blog what I purchase if I remember. Laters.

You think you know, but you have no idea… http://formspring.me/ThatJoanneGirl

I love her. She’s amazing. To be a mother of 2, have gone through plenty of drama and still look this hot?! The girl deserves a certificate of some sort. I’m sure the millions she earns will suffice.

Pictures from OUT magazine.

I’ve got one! The one I wanted, it’s finally happened. Pat on the back for me.

It’s comforting to know that it went good in the end and the disaster of my time living in the capital is most definately just a terrible memory of losing money, losing hope and losing something I thought I held dear. I clearly didn’t. I’m now more aware than ever that the ones I need are where they are, and thats in my life. I am forever thankful that I listened to my head and did the right thing for Joanne and nobody else. It’s a sense of acheivement.

February has been an exceptional month because I found my feet again, in every aspect, mentally I got myself sorted and feel like I belong in my own skin again, and physically, well I can wear high heels again after my broken foot, I was pretty excited about that!

I’m back to normal, well as normal as I ever was, which wasn’t very. And that’s just how I like it.