Cos' I love the way you say Good Morning.

My bedroom is war-torn. I currently looks like a moving truck barfed in here. Though some people may have no problem with this ordeal, I however am having immense difficulty dealing with this. I am not used to having to step over things in order to get around my room. I like things neat, clean. I can't put things away just yet, because I still need them. On the other hand, I need to pack everything! And thats tough because not being able to leave a lot of stuff behind results in very heavy bags and excess baggage. Poo!

On the plus side, cute mouse-like Christian boy won Project Runway. No I don't watch the show and I know I'm very backward. I remember seeing him a while back and thinking how cute and mouse-like he was and today I was at the hairdressers and reading magazines. I saw a picture of mouse man looking very happy with a giant check. Yay!

I am seeing Liam tomorrow for handcuffed mall trawling. He is wunderbarr in manner of accompanying me to mall and being opinionated about clothes and not rolling his eyes when I squeal about shoe loving. Also in manner of actually giving a rat's ass when I tell him that the Victoria's Secret Semi Annual sale has begun. Hurrah for straight "gay" 'boy - friends'. You know what I mean. Bloody hell.

Now that I am here, I shall talk about Ingrid Michaelson's prettiness. You'd think that someone named Ingrid would look like someone named Ruth. But no. Very pretty. In all her watermelon eating glory. She is gorgeous, in a 'put her in a box and look at her all day' kind of way. For the record, her voice is as lovely as her face and her song makes me sing, smile and sway. Three very good S'es if you ask me.