<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364</id><updated>2011-04-29T00:53:22.128+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Razor Tongue, evil chick, Fantastic tits..</title><subtitle type='html'>I detest these things...Oh look how funny and cool i am, i can write something witty and off the cuff to make me memorable..

Stuff you should know - from scotland,razor tongue, brutal bitch, cutting and mean, straight to the point, sharp shooting bastard</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-113758461058707085</id><published>2006-01-18T11:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-18T11:43:30.600Z</updated><title type='text'>,,,</title><content type='html'>http://ipods.freepay.com/?r=26836006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-113758461058707085?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/113758461058707085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=113758461058707085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/113758461058707085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/113758461058707085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title=',,,'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-113745202604369968</id><published>2006-01-16T22:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-16T22:53:46.060Z</updated><title type='text'>I've taken all i can stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i am well aware of the not fitting in i do in about oo 90% of jobs that i have what with not having a clue how to be fashionable, girly, bitchy to someone 30 seconds after speaking nice things to their face and i dont particularly care either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I am horrified today though, i worked with office angels before xmas in network rail and it was a joke, i done nothing but they thought i was great and extended the contract multiple times ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Went to bp today came home and got a call to tell me that bp think im "an insufferable know it all" and that "im unsympathetic" weird... how can i be sympathetic when someones ordering gas???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; So i asked if this would affect more jobs and i was told network rail didnt like me either, but here get this the girl i was temping for was off for 85% of the time i was there.. and that they constantly extended my contract and the fact that i finished there in november and no one cracked a light...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; im actually more upset than i care to admit about this, it shook me quite bad and im not quite sure what to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" src="http://www.alternativenation.net/forums/images/smilies/general/undecided.gif" alt="" title="Undecided" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-113745202604369968?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/113745202604369968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=113745202604369968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/113745202604369968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/113745202604369968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2006/01/ive-taken-all-i-can-stand.html' title='I&apos;ve taken all i can stand'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-113714526635292051</id><published>2006-01-13T09:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-13T09:41:06.366Z</updated><title type='text'>dont s</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I had loads that i wanted to put in this entry, as usual i come to write and my mind goes blank....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Been chilling out this week, no hassles no worries... well not much anyways. Went up to see the social worker the other day and she was allright actually...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Been offered two houses... one in 'spiershall close' which we went to see yesterday... there was something not right about the place that i just couldnt figure out... so we will probably give that one a miss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Watched scrubs last night, and damn it one of the characters had on a t shirt thats someone in heres avatar (henry chinaski).. you changed your blog title and confused me btw....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My insomnia is back with a vengence which sucks donkey arse, i'm uber fed up just now, my head may implode!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I realised that theres something missing and i dont know what, had a surreal few days with Laura speaking to me again... She said Grace is nice, which im sure she is, the girl thinks im false and i actually cant be arsed to prove her wrong, nor do i care that much, just something thats on my mind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I cant wait to get out this house for good, no more shite, im going out tonight with a few folks i know.. will see others i like too no doubt, but hopefully not barries mate.. he was rather .. err odd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I feel like im just plodding through life and that everyone and thing is passing me by... i get like that at times though, feel theres no one there when there is, i suppose its half my fault though, i dont talk to my friends enough, i hate to burden people, but i do get frustrated with the lack of chat and just relaxing. My old friend charlene is annoying me just now.... she is just so nosy.. its the only word i can use to describe how i feel when she speaks to me.. i feel like my life is being pried into it.. and that disturbs me.. she seems to have changed since meeting matt ... or maybe its me thats changed???? Humph i dont know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;im going to go shopping today me thinks... and that is enough excitement from me today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-113714526635292051?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/113714526635292051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=113714526635292051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/113714526635292051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/113714526635292051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2006/01/dont-s.html' title='dont s'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-113564258607212165</id><published>2005-12-27T00:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-27T00:16:26.083Z</updated><title type='text'>xmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;had a fucking guid un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;im loved :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-113564258607212165?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/113564258607212165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=113564258607212165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/113564258607212165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/113564258607212165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/12/xmas.html' title='xmas'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-113196931114632552</id><published>2005-11-14T11:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-14T11:55:11.160Z</updated><title type='text'>Wookend</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Weekend was relaxing, was off Thursday so didnt really do much. On Friday i was off as well, so just chilled out went to look for some irregular choice shoes and seen me Reno. Went to his to give him his 24 back , got to his and realised id forgotten 24... FUCK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went for dinner on Friday night with Ed, had good chat with him and some immense food at I-Chai on crow road, i had chicken noodle soup, ed had won tun soup. I had fried chicken with strawberrys in plum sauce which was absolutely immense and ed had some chiceny spicy thing yshiang chicken if i remember correctly, Stayed in as had no baby sitter on Friday, relaxed all weekend, got my ear spacing loosened off then on Saturday just went to Arnold Clark to look for a car, seen a volkswagen polo that we quite like, we will have to see... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meh ed's being kute damn him to hell "I'm sitting here in front of a computer screen and I'd rather be holding you close to me just for another moment... I'd give my soul just to hold you again" I mean seriously is he trying to make me cry at my desk :??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As for other things, you know im always the bigger person regardless of circumstances, and its quite nice to be that person, im blatently skiving at work :D I rule all :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Christmas soon ... wee :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-113196931114632552?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/113196931114632552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=113196931114632552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/113196931114632552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/113196931114632552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/11/wookend_14.html' title='Wookend'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-113196887678758709</id><published>2005-11-14T11:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-14T11:52:23.440Z</updated><title type='text'>Wookend</title><content type='html'>&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weekend was relaxing, was off Thursday so didnt really do much. On Friday i was off as well, so just chilled out went to look for some irregular choice shoes and seen me Reno. Went to his to give him his 24 back , got to his and realised id forgotten 24... FUCK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went for dinner on Friday night with Ed, had good chat with him and some immense food at I-Chai on crow road, i had chicken noodle soup, ed had won tun soup. I had fried chicken with strawberrys in plum sauce which was absolutely immense and ed had some chiceny spicy thing yshiang chicken if i remember correctly, Stayed in as had no baby sitter on Friday, relaxed all weekend, got my ear spacing loosened off then on Saturday just went to Arnold Clark to look for a car, seen a volkswagen polo that we quite like, we will have to see...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meh ed's being kute damn him to hell "I'm sitting here in front of a computer screen and I'd rather be holding you close to me just for another moment... I'd give my soul just to hold you again" I mean seriously is he trying to make me cry at my desk :???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for other things, you know im always the bigger person regardless of circumstances, and its quite nice to be that person, im blatently skiving at work :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rule all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas soon ... wee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-113196887678758709?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/113196887678758709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=113196887678758709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/113196887678758709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/113196887678758709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/11/wookend.html' title='Wookend'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-113076206581974783</id><published>2005-10-31T12:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:34:25.833Z</updated><title type='text'>BT</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Back here today, not very exciting, had an amazing weekend though, helped vonnie move from govanhill to eastkilbride... drove behind her in her LOVELY :p red van... Helped them up and down stairs with gumph, got fed pizza and juice, then headed home....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sunday, relaxed for a bit, went to ikea got Rachel a rainbow for her bed, you know one of those canopy things that you put over?? made her cot into a bed, cleaned the room, ordered in chinese food, watched 24 and had a jolly ole time with Ed.. I legit had an amazing weekend with him. Went to boots in braehead when i was over at ikea getting Rachel some stuff.... Spent an absolute fortune in there, got some bath and shampoo stuff for Rachel for her bath eh bum... Got some wax to fix my eyebrows... and decided i would invest in some good skin care stuff from clinique, seen some eyeliner i would quite like so might look on the web for it later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Being having a lil rough patch with Ed just now, but we seem to have fixed things, talked over a lot, doesnt help with the circumstances at home either... but hey least its fixed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So im all back and settled at BT feels like ive lived here all my life, just need to get a couple of new pictures taken for myself for my ID and so you know i took the job back to annoy them :) JOY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyways... back to work :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.. i have a few things planned for someone and ive spoken to someone who knows them so i think what i have planned may work.. quite chuffed about what i have so far :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-113076206581974783?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/113076206581974783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=113076206581974783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/113076206581974783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/113076206581974783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/10/bt.html' title='BT'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112928364173769720</id><published>2005-10-13T10:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T10:54:52.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>way too many updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" name="e21715"&gt;I think i update way too much these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday went to dinner at la fiorentina... was fucking bossellini... i meant best mushrooms EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made loads of yummy noises... loads and loads of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fabulous fine and sea bass with tasty mash potatoes for my main.. Couldnt eat any more after that though, totally stuffed... legit couldnt eat any more food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, lying in bed... Ed started bleeding, took him to the western infirmary, waited like 3 hours then got him checked, thankfully he is fine.. Before that though Honda called me regarding the car, which they have fucked up royally the sale of, but they where pressuring me to sell it on.. *unamused*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping Alan (honda manager) sorts it out for me today, so we can have the car, if not we decided we are going to go a nice foreign holiday and buy a new TV as ours is fucked royally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, went to clydebank... shopped, bought a pair of cords and got my wee man a tie. Got Rachel a noddy in a car, which she makes dance.. and a wee fairy outfit for halloween, which she refused to take off for about 4 hours &lt;img src="http://www.alternativenation.net/forums/images/smilies/general/blank.gif" alt="" title="Blank" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out my sister may be pregnant... please fuck naw, she would make a ballocks parent...she is way too selfish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is FAR too selfish... i feel like a bastard saying that though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ach care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope our car gets sorted today&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112928364173769720?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112928364173769720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112928364173769720' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112928364173769720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112928364173769720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/10/way-too-many-updates.html' title='way too many updates'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112928360220086406</id><published>2005-10-12T12:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T10:53:22.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" name="e21704"&gt;i was meant to be going to veritas's for a wee drink type thing, was all going to plan until 9.30 this morning, ed started bleeding from somwhere... delicate&lt;img src="http://www.alternativenation.net/forums/images/smilies/general/confused.gif" alt="" title="Confused" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scared the shit out of, i panicked like fuck, took him to the western infirmary.. waited nearly 3 hours so by that time he had been bleeding for 4 hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scary stuff &lt;img src="http://www.alternativenation.net/forums/images/smilies/general/confused.gif" alt="" title="Confused" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel awful for not PM's debbie and letting her know, but im not letting ed out my sight for the next day or so, he cant sit by himself just now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;least its nothing too bad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112928360220086406?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112928360220086406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112928360220086406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112928360220086406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112928360220086406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/10/tonight.html' title='tonight'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112928367482935603</id><published>2005-10-11T10:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T10:54:34.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'>new fone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" name="e21740"&gt;I got me a swanky wee mobile phone, i got a sony ericsson w800i last night from phones for you, its very orange &lt;img src="http://www.alternativenation.net/forums/images/smilies/general/smiley.gif" alt="" title="Smiley" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you had my old number and want my new one just fire me a PM or even use this as an excuse to blag the new number off me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting weird phone calls and orange where going to change my number anyways so i decided to just change it over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Rachels noddy in work with my today as she left him in nursery and her gran keeps forgetting to pick him up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have a wee noddy, in his car, on my desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im away to 'work'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112928367482935603?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112928367482935603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112928367482935603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112928367482935603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112928367482935603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-fone.html' title='new fone'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112928356472756013</id><published>2005-10-07T10:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T10:52:44.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>how come?/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" name="e21697"&gt;making peace offerings is the hardest thing to do??&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112928356472756013?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112928356472756013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112928356472756013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112928356472756013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112928356472756013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-come.html' title='how come?/'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112928350095484098</id><published>2005-10-06T00:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T10:52:06.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uh huh uh huh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="e21689"&gt;I've been really popular today, my phone has literally not stopped ringing. First my mother phoned to say Rachels Wanker (sorry daddy) had called to ask if they could take her to Gran Canaria on holiday for his dads 50th surprise birthday gift. He gave me half an hour to make the decision.. Hmm thanks for dat eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After MUCH looking on the net and various phone calls i decided no, its like 8 hours she would be awake for and that is not even considering the fact that she might have to be dragged out of bed for the flight, depending on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I feel like a right bastard for saying no though, and i dont know why..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Network rail need me for a month, quite kool, i need the money basically, im a secretary so the job is pish easy although im highly in demand. I have norman coming in to ask for me laters, he is a head engineer for Scotland, and i have David Prescott (aye the mp) calling me back later... quite groovey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;On another note get the new car today, quite excited about that!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Roll on the weekdend eh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112928350095484098?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112928350095484098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112928350095484098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112928350095484098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112928350095484098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/10/uh-huh-uh-huh.html' title='uh huh uh huh'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112928343733135757</id><published>2005-10-04T10:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T10:50:56.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i got a brand new car!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" name="e21676"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was going to privatise my journal but decided agaist it at the last minute..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got a new car on Sunday - Nice 'ice blue' Honda Jazz, its an 02 Plate so quite shiny and sparkly.. It has a sunroof!!! After calling around all last night once we had found out it was officially ours i got insurance too, so sorted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-weight: bold;" src="http://www.alternativenation.net/forums/images/smilies/general/thumbsup.gif" alt="" title="Thumbsup" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Get the car at the weekend i think, glad we have a new one (yes its mine and Ed's)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went to the cinema on Sunday night, after dinner with Ed, Ed spotted a few people in town, that we decided to just not go near and ignore their prescence.. Person was in town with a friend, and i must say looking very different and i'm not sure its for the better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So stayed away from the person as i couldnt really be bothered with the chat from them (for details ask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-weight: bold;" src="http://www.alternativenation.net/forums/images/smilies/general/smiley.gif" alt="" title="Smiley" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;) Seen Deuce Bigalow - Eurpoean Gigalo (spelling) wasnt that great, was a little gross (humour) and aye well it was nice to sit and chat with Ed, even though we did spend most of the film chucking pop corn at each other!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seen some old work friends today, was nice to catch up.. Debbie you loon, i knew he was being nice but its only a plug, i dont mind, really!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Working all week, chilling out this weekend me thinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-weight: bold;" src="http://www.alternativenation.net/forums/images/smilies/general/happy.gif" alt="" title="Happy" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*edit* I GOT MY FOO FIGHTERS TICKETS TODAY FUCKING YAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lil excited about it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-weight: bold;" src="http://www.alternativenation.net/forums/images/smilies/general/grin.gif" alt="" title="Grin" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ask ed how long i've been bothering him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112928343733135757?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112928343733135757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112928343733135757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112928343733135757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112928343733135757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-got-brand-new-car.html' title='i got a brand new car!!!'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112928339965874425</id><published>2005-10-02T10:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T10:49:59.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>wee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;" name="e21645"&gt;Friday, came home from work about 6 ish, got some chinese, went for a shower then headed into town with Ed met jody and lorraine in the pub, jumped a hack and went to Rith's for party stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got there about 7.30 ish... ann summers chick came about 8.. passed around some vibrators, got to dress up like an air stewardess and i felt like a total muppet, drank some sourz, wine and punch that ruth created, was lovely!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate a willie lolly, chatted to eileen, vicky, debbie, jody, lorraine and many many others. gave some people plugs for their spacings and grr at vertas boyf trying to pay me!! Silly him.. not like i'm going to take cash is it.. &lt;img src="http://www.alternativenation.net/forums/images/smilies/general/wink2.gif" alt="" title="Wink" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left about 11 ish since rachel was away to her daddys on saturday morning, wish i had stayed longer though, maybe next time??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday went out for dinner with Ed to big blue on great western road, the food was nice but they let peple smoke in the resteraunt, it ws too small to actually allow that, so was a little miffed at that, came hom quite late, stayed up, watched taggart and the x factor *sadbastardcore* went to bed about 2 this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guid weekdn wwas had, loads of good chat and soem excellent times with ed, maybe off to the cinema tonight, we shall see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to look for a enw car today though!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112928339965874425?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112928339965874425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112928339965874425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112928339965874425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112928339965874425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/10/wee.html' title='wee'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112928335206398601</id><published>2005-09-30T15:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T10:49:12.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>partay people hey its friday night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" name="e21635"&gt;WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aherm *composes self* im going to ruths anne summers partay tonight, i have much red wine with thanks to my fabulous mr type ed.. &lt;img src="http://www.alternativenation.net/forums/images/smilies/biggrinlove.gif" alt="" title="Love U" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been emailing stan as well &lt;img src="http://www.alternativenation.net/forums/images/smilies/biggrinlove.gif" alt="" title="Love U" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.alternativenation.net/forums/images/smilies/biggrinlove.gif" alt="" title="Love U" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt; and karbon helped me with some internet type stuff and chatted about piercings last night so &lt;img src="http://www.alternativenation.net/forums/images/smilies/biggrinlove.gif" alt="" title="Love U" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.alternativenation.net/forums/images/smilies/general/kiss.gif" alt="" title="Kiss" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.alternativenation.net/forums/images/smilies/general/kiss.gif" alt="" title="Kiss" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.alternativenation.net/forums/images/smilies/general/kiss.gif" alt="" title="Kiss" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt; for him, you're fab &lt;img src="http://www.alternativenation.net/forums/images/smilies/general/smiley.gif" alt="" title="Smiley" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice chat with tony today.. i have a new job starting monday for network rail!!! nice one me, proper admin job wee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lil hyper *calm* going to go home, shower and get some man hugs from ma wee ed... some screaming rachel type love and stuffness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pub, booze and fun tonight &lt;img src="http://www.alternativenation.net/forums/images/smilies/general/smiley.gif" alt="" title="Smiley" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;witch oot for the weekend wee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh im going car shopping on saturday for a new car!!! go me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112928335206398601?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112928335206398601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112928335206398601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112928335206398601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112928335206398601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/09/partay-people-hey-its-friday-night.html' title='partay people hey its friday night'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112928322972561699</id><published>2005-09-29T06:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T10:47:30.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Networking FUN!!!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" name="e21626"&gt;finally got out pcs all networked, stuck it in the techie talk forum, thanks to those lovely people and their help me and ed sorted it out, Bloody zone alarm sucks arse sometimes. I text miss suzie regarding partay type goodness tomorrow night, red wine ahoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done practically nothing in work today, skived, done some typing for claire, and aye that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, am now relaxing, my aunt brought me and ed some red wine, ed got a cup (which he subsequently broke) and i got a wee glass with a candle and a glittery heart in it, go me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachels in her bed playing with her cot mobile, ive got a headache and i want lots of booze....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for that *cough* &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(41, 57, 82);"&gt; bullshit &lt;/span&gt; *cough* ... thats SO not the reason you're not... but you lie away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for that i hope you get that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im fed up, its too loud &lt;img src="http://www.alternativenation.net/forums/images/smilies/general/sad.gif" alt="" title="Sad" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112928322972561699?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112928322972561699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112928322972561699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112928322972561699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112928322972561699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/09/networking-fun.html' title='Networking FUN!!!...'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112928304383442236</id><published>2005-09-28T18:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T10:47:56.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fire, fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" name="e21603"&gt;Well spent last night trying to network pc's ... didnt work.. FUCK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im 'working' although im knackered... rachel woke about 4, smoke alarm went off at 5.45am.. fuck sakes.. its broken.. hammer .. of the sledge type would fix the bastard... keeps going off at random times... GRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye then i was up at 7 for 'work'.. Claire is away.. in a meeting.. so im skiving... as always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone give me work to do eh??&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112928304383442236?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112928304383442236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112928304383442236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112928304383442236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112928304383442236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/09/fire-fire.html' title='fire, fire'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112784161466920726</id><published>2005-09-27T18:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T10:57:41.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>work, work, work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" name="e21595"&gt;m at work in strathy uni still... its shite this week though, claire, the girl who im meant to be helping is shite. She doesnt have a clue what i'm meant to do.. She has me doing some 'typing' to kill time while she is at lunch.. Exciting eh??Want to know why she needs my help?? She's pregnant.. 13 weeks, and she cant 'cope' doing filing on her own!! Now im not saying people cant cope when they are pregnant but there is litertally nothing to do... sake hen get a grip, you're not disabled..Spent the weekend holiday hunting with Ed. Went to the science centre with Rachel... Fun and games.... Bit big for her yet. Therre is a serious lack of kid friendly indoorsy stuff for kids... BAHPlayed boardgames with Ed and boy/girl, whooped his ass, then drew hearts on him with black eyelinerim off to 'work' again and note... SAKE SHES ONLY PREGNANT!!!grr and oot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112784161466920726?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112784161466920726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112784161466920726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112784161466920726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112784161466920726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/09/work-work-work.html' title='work, work, work'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112784155114160808</id><published>2005-09-26T11:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T18:19:11.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>no entry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="e21579"&gt;Been working at strathclyde uni all week, next week too, nice one to office angels and vonnie!Went to Craig's on Friday much good banter and tea with him and suzie, chatted to suzie muchly, she is ace, kiwi fruit and red wine all the way!! Finally gave craig a new phone and discussed how to recycle the other one!!Ruths partay on Friday, taking miss suzie, a nice bottle of red and some kiwi Currently holiday shopping with Ed, we where looking at Egypt but the customs are a little strict so thats a no..Holiday anyway moan the weekend &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112784155114160808?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112784155114160808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112784155114160808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112784155114160808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112784155114160808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-entry.html' title='no entry?'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112686366781138754</id><published>2005-09-15T22:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T10:41:07.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>no you didnt do anything wrong, you remind me that people do care about me and i have friends who dont use me for their own devices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks hun xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112686366781138754?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112686366781138754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112686366781138754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112686366781138754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112686366781138754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112660476606741335</id><published>2005-09-13T10:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T10:46:06.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You Stupid Dumbshit Goddamn Motherfucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Went to see the offspring last night, was fucking brilliant!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ed hadn't seen them live before so it was a good experience for him, the crowd where full of kids, mr security guard stalks me!!!  Send more paramedics where on first, man they where dreadful!!! He screamed...lots... and lots, and had blood on his face, geez they sucked. Then it was letters organise (?) I think, letters something, some emo screaming band, with guys in work shirts, hillbilly style. They where err... interesting... 9 o clock eventually came, not before , much squishing from kids who have obviously never been to a 'gig' before, some guy squished my face against the dude in front of me, couldn’t breath, so I bit him (6) evillllllll!!! :evil: The wee bastard screamed his lungs out, that will teach you to squish a wee girl like me!! Got sick of being a bouncy board for the kids so moved to the side barrier, fabulous view, good atmosphere and no kids acting like they are god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Offspring came on just after nine, played a killer set, including 'cant repeat' They encored with Pay the man, self esteem and the kids aren't all right, nice choice for the hardcore fans. They didn’t play original prankster thankfully, YAS nice one, was  ten past ten before we realised the gig was almost done!! Sign of having a good time me thinks, too many screaming kids but all in all rarely good fun. I smelt like something dreadful had died and went to a  naughty place!! icky icky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Roll on the foos now :D Offspring got the crowd to sing along to "Bad Habit" "drivers so rude, such attitude, when I show my piece, complaints cease, something’s odd,  feel like i’m god you stupid dumbshit goddamn motherfucker" Was ace to sing along to, that and self esteem, think I made Ed appreciate the fact that offspring can be good live :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112660476606741335?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112660476606741335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112660476606741335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112660476606741335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112660476606741335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-stupid-dumbshit-goddamn.html' title='You Stupid Dumbshit Goddamn Motherfucker'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112642897640675841</id><published>2005-09-10T12:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T10:01:30.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reno bash - the aftermath.... not so sober</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="e21397"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;met reno in town at the bus station at 7.30 after hunting for irn bru *rant coming* Did you kow that irn-bru is fucking expensive???? Like really fucking expensive??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Went to sainsburys after dinner to get irn-bru for my whisky and coke for Ed's vodka. Got Ed's coke 2 for £1.43, for fuck sake cheap as chips. in sainsburys it was £1.41 for 2 litres, newsbocx was £1.59 and fucking haddows topped the lot at £1.85 for two fucking litres of irn-bru. Its not fucking gold is it??? Or did some bastard just not tell me, i have came to the conclusion that A) i should get fucking oral sex for paying £1.41 fr 2 litres of irn bru and B) Hadddpws shpuld burn to the ground for having it that fucking expensive!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; So anyway... back to craigs party, we all got on the bus, much good banter on the way to craigs, got off headed up the stairs and alchie shit me is the first one to start bevvying. The night went well, craig got very drunk and fell over himself in the hall a few times, Ed had to drag him into the loo, well he didnt want a hand in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" src="http://www.alternativenation.net/forums/images/smilies/general/tongue3.gif" alt="" title="Stick Out Tongue" class="inlineimg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Played mario kart at about 3 o clock this morning and we all got well trounced by Stan, who was king of mario kart for some strange reason!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Left at about 3.40am as stan was conked on the chair, esther on another, craig and suzie where in bed sleeping, townley was on his bedroom floor, john was nodding off on the carpet and there was just too much weed for it to be healthy any longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Got home at 5.20am this morning, slept and i am just awake and not all that sober&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; All in all a good fucking laugh, definatly should go out with the GAF more, much fun was had!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112642897640675841?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112642897640675841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112642897640675841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112642897640675841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112642897640675841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/09/reno-bash-aftermath-not-so-sober.html' title='Reno bash - the aftermath.... not so sober'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112642877897274617</id><published>2005-09-08T14:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T09:52:59.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reno pre bash thursday - sober</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" name="e21375"&gt;Tis thursday and im all pre bashed up, met andrew (castrator) in town, had a nice chin wag, good banter from him, he thinks i have soft hands (random). He is a little more uptight about grammer and use of smilies than Ed is, Much with the good chat about tea, coffee and upcoming Reno drunkeness i am very much looking forward to it too, will be nice to get a break, asked my mum to keep an eye on Miss rachel for me so i can go to craigs partay. Have to find someone with a scanner so i can put pictures of miss rachel on my gallery once i get my broadband back that is. A&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i am going to go get some herbal tea now thanks to mr castrator and his recommendation of peppermint tea, it was lovely, i have sent him a PM telling him some more details, hope he goes to craigs tomorrow sheerly for the banter of it...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112642877897274617?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112642877897274617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112642877897274617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112642877897274617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112642877897274617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/09/reno-pre-bash-thursday-sober.html' title='Reno pre bash thursday - sober'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112540849884973353</id><published>2005-08-30T14:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T14:28:18.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>bang on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Weekend started on Friday, took Ed shopping after i got my hair coloured :) Dont like it YUCKY!!! Oh Thursday i seen gordon in town, had a chat and hug, went through my wee appeal at work, seems like it went well!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyways, dont like my hair, its driving me crazee..Went out for dinner for Eds birthday on Friday night, the staff at the resteraunt clocked it was his birthday and got him a wee plate with "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY" on it in chocolate icing, they also gave him a bottle of wine.. very nice of them, or so i thought. Went to rufus and all Ed's friends came along.  Went to central to meet Laura and Shell and to get wee Ed some more birthday stuff :) well nice of them to get him stuffage :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Left early, far too busy, chatted to suzy and craig though, he gave me glo sticks - YAS, saturday went to Eds parents then went for dinner to i-chai, chilled out and came home ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sunday... err err, Ed worked, he text me, i played with Rachel who was sadly a lil ill ... went to my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Good weekend though, gonna give the cat a miss until after refurb, i cant handle it that busy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;pfft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112540849884973353?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112540849884973353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112540849884973353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112540849884973353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112540849884973353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/08/bang-on.html' title='bang on'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112471942277839029</id><published>2005-08-22T15:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T15:03:42.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fantastic update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;bored, lifes shit, ill update when i have time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;fabulous weekend, much watching of 24 thanks to reno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;oot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112471942277839029?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112471942277839029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112471942277839029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112471942277839029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112471942277839029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/08/fantastic-update.html' title='fantastic update'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112409952133653609</id><published>2005-08-15T09:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T10:52:06.720+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I want you all tattooed</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well my weekend was immense Thursday just chilled out with Ed and watched some TV... Friday came into work and sat down to have a very productive day of working till six pm. Got to 9.55 and the nursery called me to say Rachel was ill... bollocks to it :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;literally RAN out the office to get to the nursery to get her and take her to the doctors, thankfully she is fine though, just a wee germ and she got some stickers for being good... wee soul was brilliant for the doctors thankfully... Got home, went to get some money from the cash machine for my mum to pay my digs and sheet, met Ed's wee brother, wandered to cyber, got my ears stretched to 5mm, got flesh tunnels for them since my ears keep swallowing the wee flat bullet types I did have before that. Got dressed to go out, wore my ankle length Chinese dress and spiky shoes...Went out for some munchies and some spectacular fuck off food, went home changed back into my jeans and vans then headed to the cathouse for some wenchy loving.... Ensue me and Laura girly screaming at each other as we aint seen each other in a couple weeks .. Group rape of Stan and a wander to the bar and I sees... Blue hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only person I know with blue hair is Suzie so I goes to check it out sure thing its Suzie and Craig, who is by the shite looking hot as fook in that wee silk number Suzie brought him back from Singapore... Nice one Craig (y) chatted to him for a wee bit and chatted to Suzie, went much wondering and then went home about 1 ish, well I think so anyways, went to sleep, got up, got some post.... Opened it... YAS the Inland Revenue had sent me all my backdated payments for a year... whoop....!!! Decided I would take the car into town with me so picked up Laura at hers at about 1 o clock, she took me down the stairs to show me her room and her wall, fell down them, damn dark stair well. Laura fidgeted like a loonie, kept bumping her head on the dashboard and sun visor *ties her down* sit still sake; you’re worse than Rachel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to mother care, thought I had lost Ed's phone... *panic* shit shite shit.... Nah I had left it in the car fucking moron...Spent way too much in mother care, headed to hellfire to look at lip service fetish stuff....mm sakeness of that... Laura wanted a dress/coat thingy that she seen but didn’t have the money on her for.... So I talked her into just taking the cash off me and then giving me the money back for it... Went to the next hellfire to get her shoes to go with said coat... much fun... Went to Terry's tattoo to have a wee lookie, decided to get a new tattoo and a 'secret' on my neck... Laura squishing her face up at the window to supervise me getting my tribal on my inner arm and freehand on my neck... Wandered out, went home at this time it was 5.15pm.... All we went in for was an inflatable sofa and a raincoat for Mini Rachel got neither of these and a ton of other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to mine, were Rachel decided she absolutely loved Laura and got tickled her loads.... Rachel was trying to dress her in a wee purple ribbon and a belt... Rachel got really upset when we tried to leave though wee baby... Went to meet Mr Chris at Donald Dewar statue on Buchanan Street showed off new tattoos to him then wandered to get Ed from work... Showed him my tribal and my 'secret' tattoo which made him smile like mental :D YAS. Went out, had more dinner, went home, snuggled and fell asleep. Ran him to work on Sunday, kissed his luscious wee lips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Clydebank with Rachel and the parents got her some more clothes and took her for lunch in deep pan pizza co, got her some pasta, juice and ice cream. There was a wee boy in the restaurant yelling and screaming across the place and Rachel turned round and yelled, "stop that little boy" quite funneh actually...: D I explained to her that he was being a bad boy (he was biting his mum) and that bad boys dont get ice cream, so she was telling him that across the resteraunt too.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, watched some of the DVDs I got... got alien quadrilogy, panic room and red dragon quite good prices too ...Went to meet ed from work and got some munchies decided to cosy up and watch alien :d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed told me he owes me sixty pounds, Laura still owed me cash too, but has decided she is going to give me that back AND give me that fucking lip service coat.... for a late birthday gift damn you bitch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking ace weekend though...oh and bring on the sarcastic comments on my secret tattoo, its "ED" on the back of my neck, got it there so its private and sweet, also means its easy to cover IF we ever split, which I highly doubt.. Massively good weekend, roll on another :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The offspring - want you bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could only read my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You would know that things between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ain't rightI know your arms are open wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But you're a little on the straight side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't lie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your one vice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is you're too nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Come around now can't you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All tattooed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I want you bad Complete me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mistreat me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Want you to be bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could only read my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You would know that I've been waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So longFor someone almost like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But with attitude, I'm waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out of clothes time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Grow out those highlights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Come around now can't you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In a vinyl suit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I want you bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Complicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;X-rated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I want you bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know you're only being good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But that's what's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I guess I just misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All tattooed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I want you bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Complicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;X- rated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I want you bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I mean itI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; need it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I want you bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112409952133653609?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112409952133653609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112409952133653609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112409952133653609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112409952133653609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-want-you-all-tattooed.html' title='I want you all tattooed'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112366095754702273</id><published>2005-08-10T08:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T09:02:37.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty and Intrigue</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am being cloned!! Its scary, quite frightening, but there is only one me, thank fuck for that eh???&lt;br /&gt;Reno is being weird just now, random man, glad Suzie woozy is making you happy, everyone seems happy and love sick just now, its nice to see so many of my friends happy. I am worried about Vonnie just now, she seems to be having a little hard time with this pregnancy and have some worries on her mind, it makes me wish I was more friendly with her so she knew she can trust me enough to know she can speak to me. Hope you are all right Vonnie, if you need a chat I won’t tell :) Honestly hunni...If you need a chat just pm or email me...It wont go any further...:) *hug* for you and I hope you are going to be all right. I worry too much about my friends these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy just now, Ed is amazing, he has been writing me lovely little notes when he is in the mood and I’ve been setting wee tests for him to check if he is paying attention :)  Its nice to be this happy, I actually adore this man, he makes me smile and feel like I am amazing, I know I'm not but its nice to feel like that.. Thanks babes :) xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to go now, I’m far too hyper to process anything today...music time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold - Ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the world loves things of beauty and intrigue&lt;br /&gt;These two things I've never had one&lt;br /&gt;Born in this old skin, I'm sick I can’t win&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lived with this damage too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes can’t behold this&lt;br /&gt;I can not control this&lt;br /&gt;This feeling that’s left in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I've never done no wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t deserve these bones&lt;br /&gt;Please burn up this sin when I’m gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said this is ugly to me&lt;br /&gt;The world is ugly to me&lt;br /&gt;You are ugly to me&lt;br /&gt;I am ugly to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t become all I want to be&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t become anything I need to be&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t become all I want to be&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t become anything&lt;br /&gt;Suffocate with me&lt;br /&gt;Suffer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you look?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you look at me? See what I see&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you feel like me? Feel what I feel&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you hurt like me? Face the pain I feel&lt;br /&gt;Why must I die?&lt;br /&gt;Why must I die for you? It’s the ugly truth&lt;br /&gt;Well it’s ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you look?Why can’t you look at me? See what I seeWhy can’t you feel?Why can’t you feel like me? Feel what I feelWhy can’t you hurt?Why can’t you hurt like me? Face the pain I feel why must I die?Why must I die for you? It’s the ugly truthWell it’s ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112366095754702273?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112366095754702273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112366095754702273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112366095754702273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112366095754702273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/08/beauty-and-intrigue.html' title='Beauty and Intrigue'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112348750456491557</id><published>2005-08-08T08:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T08:51:44.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just go away</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well I had a VERY exciting weekend ...NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, went home from work, watched stargate until Ed came home from work and then we fell asleep at like 10pm, so rock and roll it’s unbelievable... Slept til about 8 the next morning and stayed in bed til 1, was nice to get some cosy time together, I am certainly missing Mr Orr while he’s working away at OSDQ to random times (well 8 at the latest) but I still miss seeing him, by the time he gets home its about time for me to go to my bed for work so it kinda sucks, also he is working all weekend so no us time whatsoever this weekend. Kinda sucks, gonna see who wants to come shopping with me for my tattoo and some stuff for my evil schemes for Ed's birthday wee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, lazy day of lying in bed,  going into town and texting my Laura *wave* and shopping with Ed, well wandering into Flip, looking in window in hellfire at tres sexy shirt with pvc tie, then wandered to Nirvana to get my spacer checked. It keeps vanishing into my ear, weirdness but I’ve stuck a gromit on either end to make sure my ear doesn’t swallow it again, so I am sorted. Decided once we came home that we would head out for dinner (although we where skint) so headed to i-chai on crow road for dinner, nice restaurant with koolio interior, ace food and the service was amazingggg!!!!!! Headed home after said dinner, perving majorly at Ed all sexed up in his red/black gear with eyeliner on PHWOAR. He smelt amazing therefore we didn’t go to the cathouse I took him home to bed YAS. Ed decides he was getting ready to come to bed, unbuttons his wee red shirt and has nakedness top half, opened shirt and collar (bondage stylee) sexy as shit.. mm...Super horny me...Sweet fuck he's hot...aherm *censored*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, laze about in bed, get dressed, go to Safeway make dinner, laze about some more, bath Rachel, argue with Rachel’s daddy, watch stargate, go to bed....Exciting day really. Daddy is not taking Rachel for the next few weeks as he is working on a Friday, so he asked if Dave could pick her up from nursery NO FUCKING WAY. I am not having my daughter brought up by stuck up cuntos who think she’s some fucking sort of wee dolly that they can do what they please with, no way, no chance, get tae fuck... Anyway if daddy is working, i don’t see the point in Rachel going over, he doesn’t see her, defeats the purpose i think, all he would do is bring her home from his parents...nu huh think not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning from a text from Laura, fuck sake hun, complain about him, that’s so not right what he done to Chris, he doesn’t deserve it argh at that wanker, tell him to get bent then phone the management and complain, you shouldn’t have to put up with that sort of abuse from anyone. Seriously wanker...&lt;br /&gt;Went to get my breakfast and mother is at her usual shite, talking balls and being a pain in the arse...nothing new there eh?? She asked me for Ed's cup to make him coffee and muttered on about how it must be in the room, i replied that it certainly wasn’t, Ed comes in to get his breakfast mother tells him i was cheeky to her, i swear to fuck I'm gonna slap that woman one day. I feel like a teenager here but I’m sorry i actually hate you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good weekend except for some minor hiccups, tons of sex and phwoar at my fiancé mm tasty good... anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you...get to fuck with the telling on me, what age are you?? Drama queen, you thinking telling her is going to do anything, think she is going to come running and save you from the evil bastard that is me?? You are so gonna get a smack of me one day for being a complete pain in the arse but not now, not until you are alone, then my feet can make friends with your face, it would bring me joy, give you a reason to actually cry also. Think cause they know you that it wont come back to bite you on the ass?? Course it will darling, you wont win, he wont ever pick you over me, you will never win, i am a good person and an amazing friend to have, so he is not going to pick some drama queen over steady honest as fuck me... so there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very childish post from me today, I’m sick of people trodding on those who i care about, why don’t you all just grow up and stop being petty, those people who are mistreating my friends. You will all get what you deserve one day.. Now for some music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold - Go Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the sounds around you used to play along with your torn up head,&lt;br /&gt;As the music seeps into you, everyone was trampled dead,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone could see your madness slip in till it takes control,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone could see right through you, I wish you would just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go away! (Go!)&lt;br /&gt;Go away! (Go!)&lt;br /&gt;Go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go away from all the pain that made you half as good as Go&lt;br /&gt;Taken all over in my brain, I recall the future&lt;br /&gt;Take another star, make him feel the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every song you ever wrote take another fucking drink&lt;br /&gt;For every melody that haunts take a pill that makes you faint&lt;br /&gt;For every part of you that hurts take a needle and make it sting&lt;br /&gt;The irony is I'm just like you, a pseudo-fucking freak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, you piece of shit!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112348750456491557?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112348750456491557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112348750456491557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112348750456491557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112348750456491557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-go-away.html' title='Just go away'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112323743234937331</id><published>2005-08-05T09:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T11:23:52.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend indeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well let me see, my weeks been fairly unproductive, from a shite weekend of being sick, passing out and ending up in the A&amp;E to getting some nice pills to stop me passing out again...&lt;br /&gt;Sat about during Monday, Tuesday watching Stargate and doing fairly unproductive stuff like sleeping and drinking cola, I'm so rock and roll it’s unbelievable!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fought a fair bit with Ed as he’s doing my nut in at the moment, grr at you man. I hate that I love you yaw big arse : It’s so not fair that I can’t stay mad at you, damn you for being sweet and cute to me :p Damn you ya big evil nonce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis Ed's birthday type stuff on the 25th I have plots, schemes and plans for the day :) We should both have annual leave and can spend the whole weekend being cute, cuddle and just being together. Its partially Craig’s fault that we ended up together, he bugged me to go to the cathouse, ensuing in me chatting to Ed, Craig yelling "taking him hame to shag him, aye" in the middle of union street, us becoming a couple, deciding to get engaged and plan our wedding. All the while ever cynical Craig (the only person who is brutally honest with me ALL the time, regardless of what I think or say to him) telling me he thinks we are going to fast, whilst may I add yelling at me for telling him that Suzie would last a month!! Mwahaha evil wee tiff on msn and we where all sorted. Craig is all happy with Suzie now (aww)  I have faith that they will stick together and therefore I have put Suzie on the list as his guest :) Nice that your happy Craig, keep being honest ya bas, I love ya for it, you are ace *salute*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised today whilst I was getting water that I have known missy white for about two years now, where the fuck did that go??? Seriously two years, wow, quite impressive really, I think my life is flashing before my eyes though. Two years has went past very quickly, through this we have argued, fought, yelled, bitched, got drunk, danced, screamed, flirted, fucked about, ate greasy food, had honesty chats in the pub, drank numerous shots, bitched about each other, bitched about men,  fought some more and drank more than I could ever count. We got each others back though, and we've ended up good friends, even though we fight like fuck sometimes, I swear we are like an old married couple with none of the perks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also been with the lovely Edward a year in November, that has flown past, it feels in my head that I met him just yesterday but in my heart I feel like he’s been there forever (soppy cunt aye)&lt;br /&gt;He is a spectacular man, he treats me wonderfully, brings me flowers and is unbelievably sweet and random about it. I liked walking along Loch Lomond, in the water, holding hands and just enjoying the sweet silence that was there between us, taking in the beautiful scenery whilst we paddled along in the sun. It was an immense experience, I've been to Loch Lomond with one previous partner and it wasn’t anywhere near as beautiful and cosy as with Ed.&lt;br /&gt;I am glad Craig bugged me to go out, that I chatted to him, woke up next to him and get to spend the rest of my life doing so. I get to spend my life, holding his hands, seeing his beautiful smile and those fantastic blue eyes...:yes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy today, its Friday, I have chocolate, lolly pops and juice, cathouse tonight, going to be girly and spend some time with my marvellous fiancé all in all a good day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Laura and Craig, you guys are great friends, both of ya, even though we fight like maniacs Laura, you've grown up so much since I first met you, you used to be an immature pain in the arse when something didn’t go your way :p (I’m dead for that) I’m razor tongue though and if I didn’t say something catty I’d loose my well earned title of bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my fabby friends...come oot come oot and play, time for some us time and no more shite. Drunken nights in Rufus with Craig, Laura and Stanlee are truly missed, we should do it again, just for the sheer pleasure of getting Reno out his face on vodka, he’s hilarious when he’s drunk and I’m looking forward to his partay. It’s an excuse to get blotto and make some new friends maybe, hope it’s all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So weekend, here I am, come and get me, lets play and have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy me today my friends are ace!! YAS :nice: I think I may just be babbling now but I don’t care!!! Go away if you don’t like it, I’m hoping for a nice weekend, friends indeed are magnificent creatures to behold, so if ya have a good friend take care of them and be there when you are needed, you never know when you are going to need them....  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112323743234937331?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112323743234937331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112323743234937331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112323743234937331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112323743234937331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/08/friend-indeed.html' title='A friend indeed'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112288791329527142</id><published>2005-08-01T10:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T10:18:33.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;was shite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no more to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112288791329527142?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112288791329527142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112288791329527142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112288791329527142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112288791329527142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/08/weekend.html' title='weekend'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112245259676080646</id><published>2005-07-27T09:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T11:06:50.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FAO .... no one in particular</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hey hey peepies... update time eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been getting some good chat off el craig (reno) and hey hun i love ya :) Im glad you're my friend, sorry i piss n moan at ya though, just give me a kicking eh :)???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am missing actually emailing people and doing work, never thought i would say that hehe. I am very happy for ma wee yin (missy white) at the moment, a certain guy may have been an arse but hey she got someone so much better out of knowing him, so always look in the bright side. Its nice to see you happy missy white with someone very like you, relaxed and fun :) :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy with him and make sure you get what you want for a wee change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im taking rachel to get her hair cut on saturday, her first ever one, tis very exciting, i am actually looking forward to it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed has now done his module he needs for his degree, well done babey :) *hug* i am so proud of you !!! He wants to do a masters now, go for it babes, im sure you'll do it well, it was so nice to see you on a high again after doing some uni work!!!! Ill support you in whatever decision you make. You make me very proud, thanks for sticking up for me, i realise im important enough for you to make the sacrifice you did, but she cant just blame me, im not the only cunt here....I didnt scream in her friends face she did it to me. Im glad you text the other one too, very mature and stable of you *proud* Love you btw :) xxx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I officially destest how girly my work is, tis girly and gosspiy, pointy and giggly, makes me want to scream, someone save me ??? Nah didnt think so ..bastards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im now up to 4mm in my spacing of ears :d loving it muchly, like the dude at nirvana doing it for me, yasness type stuff. I am actually looking forward to the work night out this weekend, theres a shocker eh??? Its in waxy o'conners somewhere ive never been but hey thats not that bad, ill survive as long as there is booze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose i better go do some training work, take care peepies and missy white :p take care of chris...btw hes NOT a chew toy ;) *runs off cackling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK MAW IM A BIG KID!!!!!!!!!!!! i felt like doing that, im in a random mood today, i know the use of * is very immature but i dont care so ner ner :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tootage and im away to sleep (TRAINING) someone save my soul... Moan the weekend, think i might get drunk, i want to go to gain or something, i've not been in ages, i could do with a girly night out with laura, plan?? think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;til the weekend then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112245259676080646?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112245259676080646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112245259676080646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112245259676080646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112245259676080646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/07/fao-no-one-in-particular.html' title='FAO .... no one in particular'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112227979412648391</id><published>2005-07-25T08:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T09:23:14.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my true love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well i thought the weekend was going to suck major donkey arse seeing as Ed was sick all last week, pretty shite for ma wee man, we decided we would take it easy and go to the cinema on Fridae night went to see Batman begins, it was fucking amazing!!!!!!! Go see it ooooo, goody type stuff, also went for dinner to rufus, very classeh, seen Debby (violet grimm "aff" the forum) lovely lady :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday decided we would eventually get out of bed, wandered about and i cant actually remember what we done heh oops :S, stuffness ... emm nope fucked if i remember.. saturday night we went to Frankie &amp; Bennys over at the Quay, it was lovely food and some ace time with ed, decided when we came out we would drive down to loch lomond wandered along the beach, hand in hand chatted and wandered past duck bay marina. Drove round to the tourist spot end played some more in the water, we went for a wee paddle and ed chucked me in Loch Lomond damn man, decided to be completely evil to him and wind him something up something rotten ..."i cant believe you done that, i have to drive home all wet" He giggles...."im not kidding Ed, you're not funny, i cant believe you done that for real"..done that a couple more times he started to look a lil upset so i stuck my tongue out at him and said "im only kidding" ensue us pishing ourselves laughing :D We sat on the wee pebbly beach at loch lomond and tried to skip stones, we suck at it though!!! We came to the theory its all in the wrist, hence its a guy thing ;)   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went home about 10 and went to bed :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday got up, drove and got Rachel from her daddys house, took her to Luss beach to dig and build sandcastles, dunked her in ben lomond and watched the kids running off the pier, the water was nice and cool, paddled with Ed and rachel, then went for dinner to the pub with my parents, ed and rachel. rachel had fun and some pasta, before this though i gets a text from laura to show off her lovely bite marks on her neck, charming, serves you right for getting drunk and letting him chew you :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All in all a mucho excellent weekend, relaxed and spent some romantic bonding type time with my fiance, loved it, was super romantic, we decided we are deffo going to do it agian, take a picnic and stuff with us, maybe see the wee yin and mr wee yin wanna come with, good laugh and its nice to relax in the sun with friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ill take the high road and you'll take the low road&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But i'll be in scotland BEFORE ya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause me and my true love will never meet again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on the bonnie bonnie banks of loch lomond"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH they are bonnie, it was beautiful, i love loch lomond and my fiance, fantastic couply good weekend, game for a laugh, dance and drinkage next weekend though....Beautiful time on the Loch with my true love :) *sop* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meh :) xxx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112227979412648391?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112227979412648391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112227979412648391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112227979412648391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112227979412648391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/07/me-and-my-true-love.html' title='Me and my true love...'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112175800551709416</id><published>2005-07-19T08:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T08:26:45.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rammstein!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So how was my weekend???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thursday much relaxing and trash tv. Friday - went out for dinner and to see madagascar, then something decided.... i know.. .ill puke, ensue me puking the fuck up on buchanan street very much fun, decided to go home and sleep, plantastic...Went to asda at 11.45pm (sadbastardXcore) and got the new harry potter novel :) Much fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saturday...read harry potter, got dressed went and got craig in town...Went home, decided i couldnt be arsed cooking and took Ed and Craig to the pub for dinner, very classeh eh???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rammstein on saturday night *bops* Wandered into the SECC when we finally got the bus, the 16 has the most stops EVER!!! Walks along, big fat evil moany bitch of a security guard tells me i've to take my belt off : not amused at all at this point!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ed stops to talk to pelar (spelling??) a friend of his and again we got yelled at to "join the end of the queue" sake woman we where chatting, joined the end of the queue, stood for ages, got in the hall, stood til 8.30pm then finally the lights go out...on come RAMMSTEIN!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They where indeed FUCKING IMMENSE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alternativenation.net/gallery/showimage.php?i=45005&amp;catid=searchresults&amp;amp;searchid=5670"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://www.alternativenation.net/gallery/showimage.php?i=45005&amp;catid=searchresults&amp;amp;searchid=5670&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;please see Mr Renos piccie for koolness tastic galore :) (if it doesnt work ill cry!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rammstein had pyro, pyro and more pyro, if you aint seen them ya gotta they where fucking immense!!! think ive said that though :D????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aye anyway...sunday woke up to weird text from laura!!! You're a maddy wee yin!! looking forward to gossip today. Got a call from Rachels daddy to say that she wasnt well, which sucks donkey arse....Rachel came home, she had been puking up everywhere.... So had to sit and feed rachel a wee drink at a time...not nice wee soul kept being sick.... She went to her bed all fine though on Sunday night...4am strikes all i hear is "blah" rachel was sick EVERYWHERE...ensue us sitting up til 6am to clean it all up.... argh!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Monday, rachel decided she didnt want anyone but me to give her something to drink/eat ...took her out in her buggy to try and get her to sleep it off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;She kept being sick all last night BUT she seems fine today...Although Ed is now sick, my poor babeh *hug* i missed the bus and ive forgotten my glasses...meh at this.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well hope today doesnt get anyworse eh???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;take care peeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112175800551709416?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112175800551709416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112175800551709416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112175800551709416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112175800551709416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/07/rammstein.html' title='Rammstein!!!'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112141584978023762</id><published>2005-07-15T08:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T09:24:09.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous Fiance'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You would think that spelling 'fabulous' would be easy wouldn't you?? Not for Julie its not, neither is spelling anything else this morning, I am going to spell check this before i 'blog' it to try and save my self from spelling mistakes galore, it won't happen though.. grr &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So my fiance is fantastico, he's being way too cute just now though, he may drive me crazy but he makes up for it loads :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me tell you kids something, i'm weird, this may not come as a surprise to you kids, but i'm weird, let me explain eh?? I don't like leaving Ed when i come to work/go home without telling him i love him. I would hate to think if anything happened to him that i never got a chance to tell him, even though we tell each other all the time. I couldn't actually forgive myself, weird i know but everyone has their own wee suspicions, that is mine :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work was good last night although christy pops was blowing me kisses and being suggestive at me, that boy is weird!!! Ate tons of mini muffins, biscuits, heros and crisps, muchie tastic time in work...Got the bus home at 6, went up the stairs and found a brown envelope blu tacked to my front door with my name on it. I thought that maybe my parents had went out and left me a note to say where, i know i'm funneh ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nope it wasnt that, i opened it, discovered Ed had made and coloured me in wee hearts with "I love you" written on them, it was just too cute not to share. I have missed him being like that to be honest, he used to be way too cute for his own good but hey i wouldn't change him for anything :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got rammstein tomorrow with craigus, yas, am making him dinner, shitting it lol!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moan the rammstein&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorted some things out with a certain person (they will know what i am talking about) see i am mature, hope sarah isnt out tonight, i can not be arsed with her pish...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ach i dont care, my wee yin is out, dancing, booze and fun :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moan the rammstein, the catty and a haircut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;incase you folks didnt know my fiance is fabby :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oot &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112141584978023762?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112133338780254738</id><published>2005-07-14T10:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T10:29:47.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Violent Pornography...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am in a good mood today :) listned to some music on the bus, bopped to rancid at the bus stop, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I spent last night with Ed, we chatted, watched shawshank redemption and i read my 'difinitive guide' i have three copies of that film, i am quite sad... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have started some new threads on the forum the last couple of days, started a thread on bad parenting, its amazing what differences people have on the definition of bad parenting....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am amazing and pretty today :P (joke) was getting perved at on the bus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Paul in my work is evil, he sent me a "smutty" email "&lt;br /&gt;You can place your hands in my drawers and pull out what ever pleases you anytime you want. :o" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;funneh ::p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;now for some music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;System Of A Down - Violent Pornography &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="lyrid" style="COLOR: rgb(5,5,5)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everybody, everybody, everybody fucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everybody, everybody, everybody sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everybody, everybody, everybody cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everybody, everybody, everybody dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's a non-stop disco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bet you it's Nabisco, Bet you didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's a non-stop disco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bet you it's Nabisco, Bet you didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's a non-stop disco Bet you didn't know, Bet you didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's a non-stop disco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bet you didn't know, Bet you didn't know, Bet you didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everybody, everybody, everybody fucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everybody, everybody, everybody sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everybody, everybody, everybody dies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everybody, everybody, everybody cries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's a non-stop disco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bet you it's Nabisco,Bet you didn't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's a non-stop disco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bet you it's Nabisco,Bet you didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's a non-stop disco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bet you didn't know, Bet you didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's a non-stop disco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bet you didn't know, Bet you didn't know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bet you didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's the violent pornography!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Choking chicks and SODOMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The kinda shit you get on your TV!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's the violent pornography!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Choking chicks and SODOMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The kinda shit you get on your TV!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everybody, everybody, everybody sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everybody, everybody, everybody fucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everybody, everybody, everybody dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everybody, everybody, everybody cries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's a non-stop disco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bet you it's Nabisco, Bet you didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's a non-stop disco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bet you it's Nabisco, Bet you didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's a non-stop disco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bet you didn't know, Bet you didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's a non-stop disco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bet you didn't know, Bet you didn't know, Bet you didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's the violent pornography!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Choking chicks and SODOMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The kinda shit you get on your TV!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's the violent pornography!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Choking chicks and SODOMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The kinda shit thats on your TV!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's the violent pornography!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Choking chicks and SODOMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The kinda shit thats on your TV!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's on the TV.It's on your TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Turn off the TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Can you say brainwashing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's a non-stop disco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Cannon Fodder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My weekend was tetsy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thursdae... done nada...lazy bitch YAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Friday watched the protest out the window of the building as they 'boogied' on the bridge, counted down to cathouse galore...met the wee yin and shellbo in the train station after we had went to pizza hut to get some din dins. Went to catty all prepared for a good night out, that didnt fucking happen...The wee yin and me had a good laugh though, danced and ma jeans kept falling down, quite embaressing heh!! Talked to Vonnie for a wee bit, shes getting all swollen already, preggie bellie *points n giggles* I mock thee and getting up every four hours, i dont miss that at all. Meh i love ma wee girl, shes such a darling :) *hugs rachel* Vonnie good luck and hope your pregnancy goes well.. Reno, you're a drunken mofo, texting me abuse and shoosh, ill beat ya with a spoon, i'll also cyas at the weekend for RAMMSTEIN!!!! Fucking bossolini...!!! drunken arse though, aye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ed's 'friend' came out : I dont like her, shes ignorant and rude, she doesnt behave like a best friend does either, yet this is what she claims to be.. Laura i would consider a best friend, someone who keeps in touch and actually talks to you aboout whats going on in their life, not someone like sarah who thinks she cant talk to Ed incase grace screams at her for it... (she does you know grace if you're reading this, she was too scared to come talk to Ed in the cathouse because she thought you might be upset at her) Thats not what i consider a best friend, maybe im wrong though?? Answers on a postcard please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway she came up to say congratualtions on hearing we where engaged (again wouldnt your 'best friend' text or call you if they knew that??) i took a drink as i seen her though as i wanted to keep my mouth shut and not cause trouble...&lt;br /&gt;All was well, danced, chatted to mckay *wave* and general gumph... then i decided i'd nip to the loo... Sarah and alison were in there.. Sarah was being mighty abusive to her as she was a lil intoxicated.... Alison left, i got out the loo, washed my hands and sarah asked to speak to me, i said no as i don't think shes a good friend to ed, i think shes an idiot and id rather she didnt speak to me....&lt;br /&gt;Left the loo, sat down with michelle, alison comes out the loo, grabs my arm and says "i want to have a word with you" Me canny be arsed with that says "no" she lunges foe me and i ask her to get out my face, ensue her screaming in my face and telling everyone that apparently i told sarah she was a cow and she wasnt to speak to Ed ever again.. Aye bullshit hen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Cathouse security guard steven escorted alison out my face and out the cathouse, about 20 or so minutes later he asks to speak to me to see what happened, so i tell him, apparently sarah was 'in hysterics'... Because i dont like her .. okay, apparently its my fault Ed doesnt talk to her, Eds a big boy, he can make his own decisions, just he was too nice to tell you to GIT hen... Bubbling like a baby cause i dont like you is sad, seriously, you dont ever see me, what difference do i make to you?? Really??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We decided to leave after that, as needless to say i wasnt in the mood for catty... Went home, woke up ed had a text from alison to tell him he better get his "woman" sorted or maybe he doesnt care about sarah, maybe she should realise it works both ways, sarah has to be his friend for him to care about her, and if she puts him in the middle like she did on friday wether it was on purpose on inadvertadly she is not going to win... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saturday ... Lazed about a lot, went to st mungos musem of religious art, i wanted to show ed christ of st john on the cross, then went for some more dinner, went home, rented dvds and relaxed, much good fun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sunday, took rachel shopping, got her new shoes, their pink *raises eyebrow* but hey she picked them all by herself, then we took her to the park, well ace. Sunday night we went for a wee walk to victoria park seeing as it was so damned nice outside, sat on the bench had a chat and walked home, Ed dragged me onto the grass on way home and got grass stains on ma knees!!!! SO i decked and scantied him (haha kiddy stylee) muchly good fun, i ran away of course :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Laura, wee yin, thanks for sticking up for me, your ma missy, i love ya to wenchy bits, we may fite, like men with tits as you so politely put it, but we deffo got each others backs and i love ya for it, you're the coolest gally i know and i wouldn't trade ya for a pint any day :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So drama queen (sarah) next time you fancy using me as cannon fodder for Ed to decide who he wants to keep more, remember that i'm a complete bastard, you wont win, you're wee fat friend threatening to 'get me a kicking' is the worst mistake she will ever make in her life. Dont speak to me and i wont have to speak back, therefore making you cry and getting my fiance and my friends in between me not liking you, you being a drama queen and your friend thinking she can speak to me how she likes. This very much upset Ed especially as the silly arse loves me to bits, you won't win the battle, never mind the war. My friends are for keeps, so is Ed and i certainly have more friends in the cathouse and out than you'll ever know, chances are the people you walk past every day know me some how, why?? Im queen bitch, i'm well known, i have a massive family and im one of the nicest people you'll ever meet when you get on the right side of me that is... Grace, if you read this, please dont get involved hun, its not worth it seeing as you wont know the full story, i dont actually hate you regardless of what you think, i've sent you a PM regarding this... If you dont read it, it makes no difference to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Laura &amp;amp; Michelle, i love you guys like fuck, thansk for making me behave and sticking up for me at the weekend, you guys are like my family too... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;take care peepies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112106724357388983?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112106724357388983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112106724357388983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112106724357388983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112106724357388983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/07/drama-queen-cannon-fodder.html' title='Drama Queen... Cannon Fodder...'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112073018177685299</id><published>2005-07-07T10:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T11:00:08.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Its OFFICIAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So bet yer all wondering whats official eh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love ma fiance, news flash or wit??? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we where being all cute, sweet and sickly last night, soppy arse he is.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh im way too happy, tis amazing what affect that man has on me, one sentence makes me crumble, tis cause im a pervert though (h) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thought id share with you people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112073018177685299?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112073018177685299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112073018177685299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112073018177685299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112073018177685299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-official.html' title='Its OFFICIAL'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112064420717164945</id><published>2005-07-06T10:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T14:06:44.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Email....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;have you ever found that you cant tell someone what you really want to their face, I sent someone an email today, in regards to circumstances past, I'm very melancholy today, I wish I could change the way I acted towards said person and that we could both be mature enough to admit we made mistakes. Neither of us will though, I think we both are maybe too scared to admit we might have an underlying feeling that we are too scared too see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess ill never know...here's the email I sent, I hope you forgive me... I doubt it though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, I just wanted to send you a wee quick email….I just wanted to tell you that I really am sorry for hurting you like I did all that time ago, I'm glad we done it though *smut* (joke) because you did make a difference. Its just sad that you don’t realise that you did mean so much to me, I wish I could have changed the way it all ended but I cant and it was too late for regrets, I hope maybe something will be different now and that I don’t make much sense anytime after I done what I done. I’m sorry for freaking out as well. You didn’t deserve it though, I just wanted to let you know that I am sorry and I hope your okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love Julie x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I doubt this person will reply or even acknowledge anything that ive said but hey at least i tried ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*edit*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i guess i was wrong, the person who i emailed replied, maybe now we can build some bridges and change the way things are.. i am not sure though... i hope we can... would maybe change the event of things to come and life as we know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*end edit*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112064420717164945?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112064420717164945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112064420717164945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112064420717164945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112064420717164945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/07/email.html' title='Email....'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112046265007557601</id><published>2005-07-04T08:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T08:41:50.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Floyd... fucking fantastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So...lemme see, weekend was immense, catty on friday night, after some fantastic banter and shirt slagging in work of chrissy tops and mr clarkson...both wearing terribly naff shirts, funneh as though...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to catty after we had some dinner and a chat, me and ed that is.. :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to catty and chrissy tops and his friend came along, good fun.. danced with ma wee yin to some rage against the machine, chatted to david and scowled at wanker boy....aye you!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and a certain someone seems to think my friend feels a certain thing that they dont, she'll know what im talking about...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wishful thinking darling by the way, wishful thinking...  Oh and as for you, you're just a complete prat who wouldnt know what was good for them if it jumped up and slapped them on the face :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chatted to craig type personage, gordon, stanlee and many others on fridae, plied stan with booze seeing it was his birthday on sunday, couldnt go, too tired and up for work at six am....meh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;left at ten past two on friday night, after drinking some, dancing loads and chatting way too much, seen steve-o and meesh, long time since i seen them last eh??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nice night all in and some weird comments about me mini glo-stick :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, relaxed with ed, done nothing, slept, pretty boring really...then saturday night watched some dvds and watched wee bits of live 8.... I must say i wasnt that impressed with the thought of paying all these artists to go and sing to try and "make poverty history" but it was actual immense, seen mariah scary in a skintightcantmoveherarseaninch dress with fuckmethosearehighheels on her feet...... she sounded shite, REM but all i was heard was everybody hurts, which was again immense but ive seen it live so heh!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robbie Williams being a posing wanker and playing to the cameras and not the fans...half of them didnt know feel, poor wee boy was gutted *smug grin*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The highlight of my night was Pink Floyd on live 8, yes i am fucking sad, i dont care...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never in my life have i seen such a marvelous four song set, breath, money, wish you were hear and comfortably numb, fucking specacular, the sect of Floyd showed the kids exactly what talent meant with the fucking ace guitar playing and beautiful cut glass live sound. I would have given a breast to see them live, even for four songs....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Found out its the first time the guys have played in twenty four years .....and its most likely the last time they will ever play together, sad that one is... It was immense though, breath sounded as spectacular as it does on "dark side of the moon", money was ace also.... wish you were here was fucking spectacular and comfortably numb played a little differently than normal near blew me away, and as they where playing "The wall" came up on the big screens and got "make poverty history" written on it, well fucking done Floyd. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All you 'rock stars' sit up and pay attention, thats how you play to 5 billion people (the amount that watched/listened worldwide) with sheer class and dignity, something most of you in your posing and tight clothes forgot, it was for a good cause, not for you to show off how much of a posing arse you are (take note mr williams)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday - relaxed, watched more tv and started battering my way through the da vinci code, if your a book fan, give it a shot, its ace!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All in all a good weekend and in the spirit of floyd lets have some music...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wish You were Here &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think you can tell?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot air for a cool breeze? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cold comfort for change?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How I wish, how I wish you were here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Running over the same old ground. What have you found? The same old fears.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wish you were here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112046265007557601?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112046265007557601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112046265007557601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112046265007557601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112046265007557601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/07/floyd-fucking-fantastic.html' title='Floyd... fucking fantastic'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-112014176611253773</id><published>2005-06-30T14:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T15:29:26.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet PISH</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So hows my week been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;got home to see that Bullshit Telecom have cut me off for not paying bills i did not recieve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So i calls them, i owe them 7 months of bills &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not a happy julie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so im switching to another service provider, ntl's service was shite but bt's billing is pish, how can i pay bills which i didnt recieve and i cant pay by card as they dont accept mine...arseholes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so ive complained five times all in now...april, may, june (twice in april, twice in may and once last night) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my line manager is now dealing with said complaint, personally i do not think i should have to do this...meh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;switched over to a different supplier when i go home tonight!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so no net for a couple days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dont miss me kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;laura helllllllllllllllllloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo *shakes ass*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-112014176611253773?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/112014176611253773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=112014176611253773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112014176611253773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/112014176611253773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/06/internet-pish.html' title='Internet PISH'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111986136450756019</id><published>2005-06-27T08:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T09:36:04.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick arse weekennd *shakes*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So kids i bet ya are just DYING to know how my weekend was (sarcasm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I had a fucking ACE weekend (no sarcasm) Friday i finished at six so went home and chilled out, had some dinner with Ed and then went to the catty with the wenchy...Had to take her wee bag with me too so that, i had no idea what was in it either, the chicky at the door laughed at me as she pulled baggies and furry socks out the bag!!! Sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Got the wenchy a lil intoxicated, poured five vokdas into one glass every time she walked away to go the bathroom or talk to francis/david, very funneh for me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Talked to Gordon (semp) for a wee bit and watched Ed and the wee yin dance to cotton eye joe, much fun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saturday we went to the Marriot Hotel with mine and Ed's parents, they actually liked each other and liked the hotel too, so thats us, all booked for our wedding now, i am actually looking forward to it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*WARNING CHEESE ALRET*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im glad because Ed means a million to me, he is the a major part of my life/world too. Regardless of what he thinks i am majorly, majorly happy with him and he is amazing. He makes me so unbelievably happy, which is something i never thought i would be :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im glad that we are going to get married and i might get to spend the rest of my life with him!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*end of cheese*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Walked round 'the barras' on saturday, ive not done that in yearssss!! Was good fun to be honest, took Ed to the critereon cafe and got him some wicked nice ice cream while some small minded arse (in a rangers top, the bastard!) said "have a nice day 'goff'" fucking arse, its people like that, who give the decent fans a bad name by being small minded and ignorant...grr at them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Popped into nirvana to enquire about getting my ears spaced so that i can get wee plugs in them (well 6mm) Costs 7 pound each for a 2mm plug (i think its mm?) so done that and got the nice guy, not the scary woman to put them in for me... wee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now have wee cute silver spacings in my ears = happy major wenchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saturday night laura text me to ask if she should go to the cinema with wardy ( a guy she met at download) i didnt see why not, so i sent her on her way, i think she was a lil nervous, but hey stay friends until it feels right, or if it doesnt then be friends anyway, just because people go to cinema together does not mean they are a couple!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sunday, we walked to clydebank along the cycle path and spent some quality couple time together, nice casual walk and some quality chat with my wonderful fiance!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;all in all a fantastic weekend :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and now for some music...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's quiet now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And what it brings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Comes calling back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A brilliant night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm still awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I looked aheadI'm sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I saw you there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You don't need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To tell you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That nothing can compare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You might have laughed if I told you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You might have hidden A frown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You might have succeeded in changing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I might have been turned around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's easier to leave than to be left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Leaving was never my proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Leaving New York, never easyI saw the light fading out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now life is sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And what it brings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I tried to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It wears me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It lies in way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And all not lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Still in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The shadow of necklace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Across your thighI might've lived my life in a dream, but I swear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Memory fuses and shatters like glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mercurial future, forget the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's you, it's what I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You might have laughed if I told you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(it's pulling me apart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You might have hidden a frown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You might have succeeded in changing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; (it's pulling me apart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I might have been turned around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's easier to leave than to be left behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(it's pulling me apart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Leaving was never my proud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Leaving New York, never easy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(it's pulling me apart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I saw the light fading out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You find it in your heart, it's pulling me apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You find it in your heart, change...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I told you, forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love you, foreverI told you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love you, forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I told you, forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You never, you never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You told me forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You might have laughed if I told you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You might have hidden the frown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You might have succeeded in changing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I might have been turned around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's easier to leave than to be left behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(it's pulling me apart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Leaving was never my proud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Leaving New York never easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(it's pulling me apart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I saw the life fading out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Leaving New York, never easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(it's pulling me apart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I saw the light fading out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Leaving New York never easy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(it's pulling me apart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I saw the life fading out (change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111951805311070017</id><published>2005-06-23T10:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T17:05:11.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>F A O ...Craigus</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In relation to the conflab we had last night, i hope your all righty hun, keep what i said in mind, even drunken chat i am game for..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dont let people dictate to you that you're too quiet, their wrong, most people dont actually realise what kind of person you are. So legit, if you ever fancy dinner and a chat (that goes for any of my friends though) gimme a shout, dont tell people i can cook though!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just remember, im not all that bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ive decided not to die my hair black, seeing as a certain someone has ill stick with my mad red hair for the time being, its a nice kinda authentic "straw" colour today though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;randomness and weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've done everything as you would say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I followed your rules without question &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I thought it would help me see things clearly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But instead of helping me to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I look around and it's like I'm blinded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm spinning outta control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Outta Control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm spinning outta control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Outta Control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Where should I go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What should I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I dont understand what you want from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;'Cause I dont know if I can trust you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I dont understand what you want from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel like Im spinning out of control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Try to focus but everything's twisted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And all along I thought you would be there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To let me know Im not alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But in fact thats exactly what I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im spinning outta control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Outta Control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im spinning outta control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Outta Control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Where should I go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What should I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I dont understand what you want from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;'Cause I dont know if I can trust you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Or all of the things you said to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I may never know the answer to this endless mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Where should I go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What should I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I dont understand what you want from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Its still a mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Its still a mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im spinning outta control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im spinning outta control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im spinning outta control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im spinning outta control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Outta control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im spinning outta control Outta Control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im spinning outta control Outta Control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im spinning outta control Outta Control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im spinning outta control Outta Control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Where should I go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What should I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I dont understand what you want from me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;'Cause I dont know if I can trust you&lt;br /&gt;Or all of those things you said to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I may never know he answer to this endless mystery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Where should I go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What should I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I dont understand what you want from me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im spinning outta control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Outta control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im spinning outt control Outta control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111951805311070017?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111943827942550527</id><published>2005-06-22T11:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T15:14:27.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>moi is a big gurl..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meh im a girl, im not happy about this fact ya know, i hate being girly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im girly cause - i thought "shit im a fat cunt" hehe just to share&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;having a nice wee relationshipy type thing with Ed, we crossed a major barrier which had been both of being wankers to one another, muchly fun as you can gather....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Certain people still cant grasp that HES MINE *MEGA EVIL WENCH TYPE CACKLE*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thats right mine all mine *does a julie dance*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am i weird? nah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh craig suzie is nice but dont be so ignorant and introduce people next time ya big rude mr...!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOOOOOOOOOOO craig MOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So laura has a job interview today... wenchy type hugs n luck for her, only problem is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If she gets the job ill probably spend most afternoons half cut...thats not always a good thing ya know...she is gonna be working in town, not far from me, which means not far from the solid, which prolly means pub lunches and drunken wenchy types after lunch, which means complaints customers getting sales babble heheh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im a sales person to boot..... ya know *sells self to ya* not like im worth much eh ??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;roll on drunken wenchy lunches and sales babble, weekend hear i come oh and craig MOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;**edit**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Laura didnt take her job as she is way over qualified for the job and they dont allowe piercings either....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;OI ED, i love ya like big granny knickers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was bopping to my ipod at the bus stop this morning hehehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;random **end edit**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laura - weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im random today weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee *jigs*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wenchy oot!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111943827942550527?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111943827942550527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111943827942550527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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first day back at BT and as usual it is a shambles, there is nothing for me to do today, which i am SHOCKED about...honest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So i've been fine, had a productive/pish weekend....Friday i put my foot down, having some domestic type issues with Rachels gran murray, she seems to think my daughter is still a wee dolly which she can dress and bring up how she pleases i think sodding not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So she refused to pick her up because i wasna happy with her threatening me, needless to say she is now no longer allowed to pick rachel up from nursery until i get an apology...Nothing she can do about it either...sadistic fuck that i am... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went to see sin city also, was shite, avoid, loads, nae story, needless violence (which i appreciate) me being a guy and all!! Then went home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Speaking of sadistic...i pissed off cuppy/vipe/ghost/stephen/wanker boy **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;he decided that after donington and being all sucky up ma lauras ass that he would just not be single even though he told me and ed that he thought him and laura where great... Lying cunt, told laura about it, glad i did, dont want that bas telling her when and where it suited him so she couldnt be pissed...i hope you rot you arse!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saturday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Got up played with Rachel and Ed, left at 12 with my dad to go to Balloch country park to see R.E.M, they where ace...supported by Aberfeldy (spelling) who where.. err undescribable...to see the least, ambulance limited, who you couldnt hear so i didnt listen!! The Zutons, they where no bad at all actually, quite upbeat and the chick on the sax had a nice set of legs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Feeder where on before R.E.M they sang alot of stuff i know, well i knew everything man im sad....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;R.E.M came on at 8.30 and i sang my wee heart out, it was ace...they started with a song i dont know, went through some amazing stuff and finished with man on the moon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Half ten we got away from the main stage and left to go get car and get home..took us about an hour to get out of the arena, half an hour to the car, got to the car at quarter to twelve... sat in the car for over an hour and didnt move even a centimetre til half twelve. Quarter to one we got onto the wee road to head home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One o clock we got to the roundabout, got home and had dinner at 1.30 in the morning...joyous..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sunday..fathers day, took rachel to see barney at M&amp;D's, scared Ed cause he knew the words...much fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Came home, fell asleep, aye am a lazy cunt, i dont care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went to eds parents last night so we could give ed's dad his card..sat had tea, came home, watched some tv and went to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now tis monday and im at work boo...although have email type goodness and can mail ma wenchy!! yas my life is fab, lunch in 45 mins thankfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;take care peepies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;** delete as to which name you know/think of him as :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111926259136681387?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111926259136681387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111926259136681387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111926259136681387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111926259136681387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-pushing-elephant-up-stairs.html' title='Im Pushing an elephant up the stairs'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111877159715272887</id><published>2005-06-14T18:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T19:42:07.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cock Is Much Bigger Than Yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So am finally back from donington (well Monday actually) so how was my weekend??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started all on thursday with big Steph (forum Vipe) coming along at about 7 am to head for car from easy rent a car, that was a massive fuck up from the start to say the least. The rental place needed £150 smackerros from us for car rental, on a credit card which we whernae told, so had to call my dad and get him to give us rental cash on his card over the phone, which apparently isnt allowed, but seeng as we had the car for five days they let us do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left got Laura about nine and headed down to donington. Well so we thought, started off in typical Glasgow style traffic jam til about 10, then finally got heading, battered it down the m8, the m74 to the m6 then the a50 past uttoxoter/derby towards the m1 and castle donnington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fucking m1 is a bitch to drive down though, junctions are miles apart, stopped three times, once for painkilers for me (about 20 secs) once for munchies and pee (about 20 mins) and once for fuel.. Got there in about 3 hours, due to my shit hoty driving/speeding like a fucking mofo** Got out the car and headed to the campsite, wandered about once we set up camp then settled down for the night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up at 5am (what the fuck??) i have no idea why though, fuck sakes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seen Flogging molly who where fucking ace again, seen them twice now, Ed liked them too, then we headed for mains taghe and sat on the grass, watched a tweeny goth band called Wednesday 13, who can, by the way, say fuck... Watched jj72, which for me where pish galore, The others, who i had never heard of and they where allright, Biffy Clyro, who again i dont really know but they ended their set with 57 which was actual supreme live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen Megadeths last ever UK tour, not a fan but they where good live and ive seen their last ever gig, fucking boss...&lt;br /&gt;Seen InMe (well the end of their set) then My Chemical Romance came on, they where, as usual, fucking amazing. Showed some english guy how to protect himself in a crowd and pitted liek a fucking maniac...Caught a few garbage songs then fucked off cause ive seen feeder far too many times now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen The dwarves, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hewhocannotbenamed came on wearing, doc martins, socks and a mask, little chilly... They sang their wee hearts out, was fucking braw, said they where "rock fucking legends" didnt stop for applause, encouraged people chucking stuff at them, went 10 mins over their set and got the plug pulled, lead singer dropped his mike and ran into the drum kit, fucking ace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Seen Mad capsule markets, bit screamy for my liking, 'A' Who where beyond pish, Bowling for soup, who where fucking hilarious, Anthrax, who where allright, HIM who got bottled chucked at them left right and fucking centre... Velvet Revolver who where fucking immense, slash himself fucking live beautiful and playing with Pink Floyd Wish y0u where here..a fucking mazinf beyond belief Saturday finished with Sabbath and ozzy playing to the masses at donington and reading off a teleprompter as we discussed the guys took mroe drugs than a fucking country...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Also seen Mat Hoffman doing some BMX stuff, fucking ace he was too, some fantastic skateboarding also and flying snickers bars...Seen the mascare story as well, they wherenae bad, dont know what day that was though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sunday - Went to see henry rollins bumped into Semprini ( gordon) and scapegoat, as well as pret craig and some random other folks, seen surprising amounts of glasgow folks considering the amount of people that where at donington...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Seen Society 1 handing on meat hooks, Papa roach who sounded pish, which wasnt helped by the soundman but coby is a dick, or whatever swear word you prefer, they sang everything they ever wrote and bopped about a bit..Seen Killswitch engage who had quite a kool set and heard "Last Serenade" live, fucking ace..Didnt watch nightwish though as i was at Lacuna Coil, not becuase i like them you understand, but because im dedicated to being evil (apparently) Caught some slayer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Seen slipknot for the fifth time, they where fucking awsome, joeys drum solo was the fucking da, they had some amazing pyro and sounded as good as ever, i do prefer them in a more intimate gig though. It would also be nice if they changed their sit list a wee bit every now and again, i seen them going the exact same set in 2001.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As the sun started setting on what was the end of the download festival, System of A Down eventually came on with the soldier side intro off their new album, watched them enteretain the crowd until Psycho Groupie, or just before then ran into the pit like a woman posessed and pitted my wee brains out for about 3 songs, saved my major pitting all weekend just for system, was fucking well worth it but the english are much calmer pitters than the scottish ever will be. Fucking immense set from System though, well worth the festival, went back to tent type thing slept and woke up on monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Monday -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;up at abpout 8 destroyed tent round steven, left at 9 for home..sat in a fuck load of traffic home, got home at 2..not bad driving again from me, 2 pit stops this time, one for food one for fuel for car..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Other than the bands, we sat alot, queued alot, drove alot, drank alot, eat alot and slept none, all in all it was indeed ..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A Fucking immense weekend, cant wait to do it all again next year..rawk fucking on donington !! We shall be there next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As well as well i remember, id rather look like im partained to be by a certain arse than like a fucker with a squint fringe and specs or like a horse currently, fake hair, fucked up face and all *smug grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh and some lyrics for a certain special someone in my life :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flogging Molly - Selfish Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't eat I just devour, everyone in every hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;All is me, is all I need and that's all that I care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Propelled through all this madness, by your beauty and my sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll never change or rearrange, till I've finished what I've started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And life leads me here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It shows me, I have never really loved no one but me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like the time, you slipped through my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll never understand why I'm such a Selfish Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walk around me not before me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll pretend not to ignore ye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I'll compromise if I realize you can do something for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm ugly and you know it, but you think that I'm a poet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I'll keep the rhyme if I feel in time, it gets me where I'm going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And life leads me here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It shows me, I have never really loved no one but me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like the time, you slipped through my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I'll never understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No I'll never understand, why I'm such a Selfish Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;All I heard was an unearthly silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apart from the violence, explode in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where all at once was this moment of beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No more since it slew me, no never again, again, again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No I'll never understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No I'll never understand, why I'm such a Selfish Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111877159715272887?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111877159715272887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111877159715272887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111877159715272887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111877159715272887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-cock-is-much-bigger-than-yours.html' title='My Cock Is Much Bigger Than Yours'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111875305051820916</id><published>2005-06-14T13:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T13:44:10.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Rachel</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a276/wickedbeatch/TheRealRachel2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a276/wickedbeatch/TheRealRachel3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a276/wickedbeatch/TheRealRachel4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a276/wickedbeatch/TheRealRachelSkooshed.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111875305051820916?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111875305051820916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111875305051820916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111875305051820916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111875305051820916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/06/beautiful-rachel.html' title='Beautiful Rachel'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111817820249904400</id><published>2005-06-07T21:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T22:03:22.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex On A Plate..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So Hi there blog type thing, how ya doing, Off to download on thursday with cuppy and laura as well as ed... gonna be muchy drunken fun, had fabbbbbbbbbyyyyyyyyy dinner last night at stazione, went to sainsburys tonight got some wine, strawberrys and cream, grapes and random shit... Got ed drunk so much that he babbled and sooked my knee... http://www.alternativenation.net/forums/showthread.php?p=1851139#post1851139&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dunt he look sweet when hes drunk?? Much better than a certain someone with their new hair extensions anyways *miow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Went over to eds parents to nab some camping stuff tonight, Sat up late last night chatting to ed about random stuff, remembered some mckay type incidents, had a rare chat some truthful convesation and our relationship is a lot better today than it was yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Not gonna update till after download...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;DOWNLOAD AHOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111817820249904400?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111817820249904400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111817820249904400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111817820249904400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111817820249904400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/06/sex-on-plate.html' title='Sex On A Plate..'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111763699778988118</id><published>2005-06-01T15:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T20:18:37.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Shoes hehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So just discovered my good friend has a 'space' you know one of those msn space thingies?? I think i prolly have one of those too, he has Pink Shoes, well trainers with pink bits on them..much pish taking :D Have decided to put more pictured of my fantastic self, as well as my tits (NOT) on here, gonna take a picture of my converse, or be lazy and link them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;http://www.converse.com/zproductdetails.asp?zcatid=2&amp;zsubcatid=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;zgenid&lt;br /&gt;=&amp;leftnavid=1&amp;amp;sku=1S148#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They are tacky as fuck, but i love them, cant wear them at the moment though as ive damamged my nerve in my back, ill actually post a picture of my cons when i can get batteries for my digital camera. Yas my mum is making french toast, sexy :D My lovely fiance just text me, saying he misses me, what a sook, hes only been out the house for about 5 mins *love* Ach im smitten still who cares??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What i dont get is when he does bug me, cause everyone bugs their partner randomly, and he annoys me, people ask why i want to marry him. Well is he not allowed to be faulty? Have some minor flaws? Or are you so fucking perfect that you think you're better than him? That i shouldnt marry him just because he sometimes annoys me???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Think fucking not people... arse baskets to the lot of ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just designed my own pair of converse :d yas, how bored am i?? ed will be back soon , tootage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;offski again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111763699778988118?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111763699778988118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111763699778988118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111763699778988118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111763699778988118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/06/pink-shoes-hehe.html' title='Pink Shoes hehe'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111753145248736643</id><published>2005-05-31T10:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T10:24:49.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>takes my pain away??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So...tis fucking tuesday aye?? aye it is..but guess whit...ma weekend has been pish galore.. Why, you may ask. So let me tell you! Fridae night went to cathouse (did i?) No i didnt see..sake Julie ya arse..Went to curlers on Byres road with John Boy, had a few quiet drinks and had some munchies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Saturday went to cathouse, had a wench night with Laura, smacked each other on the face with noses, almost kissing style, ensue the two of us pishing our selves laughing, rather funneh actually...Wore my brand spanking new tacky as fuck converse, they are the da of all tacky..Danced some, got hit by some emo chick a few times so threatened to ram her cardigan up her arse rather swiftly..She then pushed Laura, now pissed off me..Gets her to edge of dancefloor, punches her lightly, she blocks me so i being a charmer kicked her full force in the leg. Laura tells Cup dude this, who shook my hand, deary me. Left a wee bit early, about 2, to check if drunken Reno needed somewhere to crash, he text me at 1am with these little belters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="e20453"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; "i'm drunkt awheeeeeeeeeeeeeee", "fuck awf i'm drnunk for snmething gawn nut tomorrow.?", "ajhuqnat aye", "jupst say aye kol ahm pished" "if i cnule be arrsed i would say get yuor arie oubr tn duke st tn gjive us a rum homet but", "ton pishet plur dnnttwant to but you", "iwirsh i was home but ah wekl".. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pure genious from craig there eh?? Gave him a call to see if he wanted to crash here, him being a drunken arse and what, he told me he was "Pure steaming by the way", was funneh as hell :D:D:D:D..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sunday started getting bad pains in my back, turns out i've damaged a nerve in my back, which means i cant do anything by myself, and i do mean anything..suckage..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ed's been great though, fantastic help, i've been such a baby, i cant stop crying, im in so much pain :( Im sick of being an invalid and its only been 24 hours, so i've got at least a week off work and a ton of pain killers to try help me actually function, so plans for today are:- go into town with Ed, go into work and hand in my sick line...stuff my face and relax...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not out at the catty at the weekend, and download might be doubtful now, depends on how i feel/if i can arrange other transport, anyone wanna help out i'd appreciate it a ton...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;take care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111753145248736643?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111753145248736643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111753145248736643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111753145248736643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111753145248736643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/05/takes-my-pain-away.html' title='takes my pain away??'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111729554356089667</id><published>2005-05-28T16:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T16:52:23.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairae Cakes</title><content type='html'>So tis saturday, i usually dont update on a saturdat, but hey who cares, played nice with my fiance ;) (well sorta). Made fairy cakes galore, ate tons, went to curlers on byres road with john on friday night, got slightly drunk, talked rubbish, went tamber and had some dinner beforehand, stayed out late, didnt go to catty for a change. The lack of catty might be more permanent for a while seeing as we are both pretty skinto with download and various things at the moment..suckage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made fairy cakes though..now to dye my hair and get drunken as a fuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111729554356089667?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111729554356089667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111729554356089667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111729554356089667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111729554356089667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/05/fairae-cakes.html' title='Fairae Cakes'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111693268173845316</id><published>2005-05-24T11:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T12:39:23.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So its Monday already :) Last week at work was SHIT galore, Bullshit Telecom (BT to you normal folk) had a 'site meeting' on tuesday, to look for "volunteers" to go to the complaints department of the company. We where swiftly informed that if we didnt volunteer we would be chosen if there was enough people.. Joyous eh?? They needed 18 'volunteers' because apparently we have too many staff YET we are recruiting for more to do business Get Started.. makes sense?? NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the park wih rachel most nights, sat chilled watched friends on dvd with ed, went shopping some, relaxed more...stressful week really ;) I am not amuses at the fact that BT are moving my job, grr at them eh?? Still not been to see star wars yet, which i am, as you can tell gutted about :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxed, went to braehead, drank wine, got told on Fridae that i have been voluntered army style to go to complaints, so bu bye BT.. i left the pension service because i got sick of dealing with complaints constantly and i like sales now.. so deffo going to leave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to have a wee lookie round the hilton hotel on fridae afternoon, the chick was really nice, its gorgeous, beautiful ballroom, huge also, the chick was spectacularly nice too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to catty on fridae night, danced stayed sober, saturday went to cat after we had more lovely dinner and wine. Sundae more catty with craig n laura,there was not much decent music on sundae, barry was in emo/billy mode, speaking of which he was off all weekend, wonder what they done with him?? Drove craig and laura home at 2 ish after getting chips n cheese of course, then came home and went to bed... all in all a good weekend, time for a chill out week me thinks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i killed the goldfish, well it died really but oh fuck regardless.. The sodding thing was dying anyways, but it couldnt die when mother was here NO, ill die when they are on holiday, sake... Stupid dead fish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cyas at weekend peepies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111693268173845316?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111693268173845316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111693268173845316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111693268173845316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111693268173845316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/05/gash.html' title='Gash'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111623652963150934</id><published>2005-05-16T09:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T10:42:09.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic Tits...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So it's Monday already then, who would have thought it got here so fast?? Let me see weekend was majorly unproductive, went to the inland revenue on Fridae to get ma tax credits as the lovely people stopped my payments because apparently all my mail has been coming back "not known at this address" Wonder when i moved?? Went to Lux for dinner on Fridae night, had lovely food. We both had Salad of shredded Guinea fowl and honey roast pears with garlic cream to start, Ed had the fish of the day for dinner, which turned out to be swordfish, which is really meaty, i couldnt quite decide if it was fish or meat :S I had Maize fed supreme of chicken filled with rocket, smoked pancetta and goat's cheese on pesto flavoured jus, which was lovely, absoultely supreme ;) We decided to be pigs and have dessert too Ed had Apple and sponge turnover with Chantilly cream and i had Layered chocolate meringue with Fry's mint cream and mango sauce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dinner was totally amazing and i had a glass of merlot with my dinner :) cost plenty (almost 80 quid)  but was totally worth every single penny my wine was Merlot,Bodega Norton, Argentina and i just found that out woo!!! So anyways Fridae was mucho relaxing, chilled out, had an early night and that was it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday lazed about with Ed, went into town, chatted to Roberta for a bit, had pasta for dinner, lazed about some more, had some more wine.. Went to catty, stayed sober, chatted to mckay, standing quietly chatting to Laura (i think) about something when some chick comes up to me, taps me on the side and says "you know something, you have fantastic tits!" Nice of her eh?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So aye, Sundae went to blair drummond safari park with rachel, mum, dad and ed, was a great day, had a nice time, got some sun, played with rachel on the slide, all in all a fun day, took parents to airport last night/this morning, then ran craig home, had a chin wag (knew michelle wouldnt last :p) im so dead for that though, came home went to sleep, got up, got rachel dressed, went to work and now im bored again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;see ya at the weekend folks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111623652963150934?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111623652963150934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111623652963150934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111623652963150934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111623652963150934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/05/fantastic-tits.html' title='Fantastic Tits...'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111589517406304268</id><published>2005-05-12T11:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T11:52:54.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In the mood...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey there bloggy people, im all blotchy, so stay away :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh actually be right back, so thats my idea of going to the doctors out the window eh?? Ach well if its contagious yer all screwed *manic laugh* Had a nice night last night, wandered with Ed, chatted to an old but good friend of both of us which was nice... Wandered around Dumbarton and listened to birds whistling, seen kids playing in the street it was ace :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So we are gonna stick our name on their list to see if we can bring Rach up somewhere nice :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;have a nice day kids .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111589517406304268?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111589517406304268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111589517406304268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111589517406304268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111589517406304268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/05/in-mood.html' title='In the mood...'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111572040881847208</id><published>2005-05-10T11:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T11:20:08.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nipples..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Morning, okay so that only took 3 attempts to do there, hehe third times a charm eh?? So...Err last night i sat about n done nada nout, had a look at wedding invites with Ed, i know its like 3 years away but we are organised for the expense and hassle of actually getting this thing planned right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So far we have priced some things, looks like the reception is gonna cost 4 figures at least, not 1k slightly more, well lots more ...6k to be precise, so err aye, donations welcome ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We have looked at our reception in the Hilton Hotel in the city centre, somewhere sort of central for everyone, but if anyone has any other ideas, believe me they would be greatly appreciated, very much so, also if you read this, you are probably invited to the wedding anyway, we have a 'list' already (sad aye?) but if you think ill have forgotten you with my shite memory leave me a wee comment here and ill check ma list and get back to ya, semprini, reno, vonnie, zeniths you folks are on the list already, my memory is shite though, so please feel free to let me know if i like ya enough for ya to come ;)  We are having serious issues with the list and thinking of people already, so help eh?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Watched friends last night, drank cream soda and drew on Ed with a black biro, after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we had written out our wee list for wedding shennaigans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I dont know why i draw on him :S strangeness, anyways just me the night as my wee orr is at work..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;roll on drunken wenchy weekend with ma wee yin (laura) emo chaff galore.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;toot toot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111572040881847208?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111572040881847208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111572040881847208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111572040881847208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111572040881847208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/05/nipples.html' title='Nipples..'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111562787340169717</id><published>2005-05-09T09:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T09:37:53.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tits n arse</title><content type='html'>Ach fuckity, i totally forgot.... baws and all that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally set a wedding date so most of you people can expect an invite (aye reno you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incase ya wanna know out preliminary date is 12th July 2008, totally forgot that there, it was the only good thing that happened at my weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wedding questions galore now eh :??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother is asking me colour questions "what colour you having your bridesmaids in so i dont clash"; "what colour you thinkin about for your hall";"what colour is ed's suit/stuff gonna be"&lt;br /&gt;"what colour you thinking for invites"; "what colour are you thinking for your dress" Its driving me crazy, i realised on Sundae i now have 3 1/2 years of arguing with my mother to put up with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It WILL be worth it though cause regardless of how much ed pisses me off i love him a shit load  :P ( dont puke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so folks cyas there??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111562787340169717?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111562787340169717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111562787340169717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111562787340169717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111562787340169717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/05/tits-n-arse.html' title='tits n arse'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111562712112320327</id><published>2005-05-09T08:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T09:25:21.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated Muchly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Morning, tis monday again...woot woot... Er what to say..? Well i had an all right weekend.. Friday went to the cathouse after Ed had studied a lil bit... Chatted to gordon about how much i hated hitchikers guide to the galaxy "so long and thanks for all the fish" Got gossip from vonnie (woo hoo) and laura! Chatted to Reno, who looked MAJORLY nadded off, was actually really worried about, i didnt even get to chat to him last night to check he was okay, cause of ed...grr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Had some fun, chatted, chilled, nearly screamed at emo bam for being a wee tit :) ahh the joys of the weekend ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday had a screaming fit at Ed, which is always a joy, we are having some 'issues' at the moment, which i am not willing to put on a public blog, so i'll LJ it later/tomorrow just to get it out of my system... Lots of stuff, ah the joys, im frustrated with him at the moment and all the people who think he is a really great guy, they just dont realise how selfish he can be... A wee example eh?? You are probably gonna think this is pathetic but hey who cares! So basically when it comes to it, im the least important thing in Ed's life, work is more important to him than uni, uni is more important than i am, i get that uni is more important its his life, but work shouldnt be more important than something that decides if he has a life after 4 years of slogging his guts out or not... (example to follow btw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I dont see why work should be more important than me and why it should be that he has to 'fit me in' when he can, i have a kid and a job, its always my stuff and my plans that get changed so we can spend time together never his and that annoys me, the fact he can be so selfish and put himself first constantly. IE this morning...I asked him 4 or 5 times, maybe even more to make sure i was up for work this morning, with him (about 6 ish) to make sure i leave in time (half seven at the latest) to get into work by 8. Nah ed forgets all about me, leaves me sleeping til twenty past seven, didnt have time to brush my teeth, have my breakfast or actually get my work clothes ready to go. He wonders why i get annoyed at him, sake : I had to go beg my mum to run me to work, i am NOT amused at all today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So aye hope this weekend is slightly better anyways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cyas peeps and craig i hope yer allright :) *hug* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111562712112320327?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111562712112320327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111562712112320327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/05/frustrated-muchly.html' title='Frustrated Muchly...'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111529039657521978</id><published>2005-05-05T11:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T11:53:16.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee haaaaaaaaaa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aye so morning again folksters, its not thursday already, voting day, wootness woo hee eh? Yeah i am going to go vote but not for Labour, they can shove it, i mean how can i piss and moan if i dont go vote and not for those bastards??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So my letter got printed in the metro today *dance* got my adsl scratchcard vouchers too *bigger dance*, got £500 pound to spend :D shopping at lunch time me thinks :D woot woot, so glad i finally got them!! Found out last night that offspring are bringing their warped tour to europe in september YAS, can not wait, it will be fun as ever, me, ma boy and Ed, so lets see this year i've been to see -- My chemical romance, feeder, jimmy eat world, cherryfalls, overhand. Im also going to download, then the weekend after REM, then a few weeks later Offspring! So many bands this year i can not wait at all. I was going to go to Billy Connolly - too old to die young tour BUT it sold out in record time and ebay tickets where extortian!! SO screw you rip off people, ma gigs will be much more fun :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My manager sent me this email this morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie,&lt;br /&gt;See attached log in/log out report for yesterday. You left yourself in Not Ready last night – this is the 2nd time which has been recorded. Can I remind you of the basic behaviours document which highlights if this happens 3 times you may be subject to disciplinary action by Manpower. I’d suggest you stick something on your phone to remind you to log out at the end of your shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well if not telling me counts as her coming to tell me i didnt log out my phone then hail to her the almighty manager woman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eh?? She is instistant she came and had a conversation with me, well if not speaking to me is a conversation then aye i suppose she did then. We also got a thingy on mobiles which says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Some advisors have not sold a mobile yet this quarter YET ON EVERY CALL. Do you know BT are giving free high spec mobiles to every business customer from as little as £5 per month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today, i will be remotely listening to everyone who has not sold a mobile this week to ensure this question is being asked on every call possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVERY SINGLE SALES PERSON NEEDS TO SELL AT LEAST ONE PER WEEK"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now isnt that charming?? We NEED to sell mobiles even though they are still paff, and people wander why the staff turnover in our job is so high! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ach who cares couple weeks til download, drunkeness and mega mucho fun, hope to see loads of you folks there, oh and blondie ya big panda, your shit congratulations is NOT appreciated what so ever, take  a fucking hike and stay away from my fiance ta :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lates childres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111529039657521978?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111529039657521978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111529039657521978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111529039657521978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111529039657521978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/05/weeeeeeeeeeeeeee-haaaaaaaaaa.html' title='Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee haaaaaaaaaa!'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111520183714024730</id><published>2005-05-04T10:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T11:17:17.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend t shirt stealin mega fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So ive not even actually said how my weekend was (shocking no?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friday pished NOT, wore ma wee velvet top out, nearly lost a boob *cough* slut *cough* forgot how much i jump about when im at the catty so small skimpy not is not a good idea eh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Danced like a pleb, boob fell out, had to find someone to borrow their t shirt, reno is a darling thankfully :p Stole his Ault Naeshin T shirt, which was like a dress on me heh, met his new bit of stuff Michelle (i give it two weeks, dont kill me craig!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday text ma wenchy wench and went to the pub at 6 (alky, aye) we got very drunk, talked pish, i danced like an emo arse and emo bam oops sorry TAM, deary i always get that mixed up! Well Emo Bam whistled on us to "come here guys" fucker, you know, you are a wee arrogant bastard, i politely told him if he whisled louder someone might come :p Catty i dropped my pint, was being emo chaff galore and taking the complete piss, laura licked feldmans nostrils (from the inside ;))We danced around some more, i left about 2 but not before more beer, more vodka and general drunken debauchery!! Went to the bus stop with Ed, who kept staggering about, it certainly wasnt me, yeah so i was more than a little intoxicated :S Got on the bus, my stairs staggered as i walked/fell up them and eventually keeled into bed at about 3am....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sunday sat about (i think) and err aye...hmm well ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Monday chilled with ed whilst watching gumph on tv and doing general nowt, rents took rachy out to the park, rawk :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Got home from work last night to my ever lovely mother asking me if i had cream shoes, why the fuck would i have cream shoes?? Well i said "haha aye right" so she asked if i white shoes, this ensued the same response as above "haha aye right" The reason i was being asked it turns out my sister and "wullyum" (as she calls him) are getting married on monday, no im not going, im not invited, neither are my parents, although they are paying for her dress, isnt that a joy??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So yeah they are paying for her dress and shoes seeing as i dont have a pair she can borrow, although Reno thinks that i should give her my new rocks, that would amuse me but naw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chatted pish on the phone to laura last night, im still saying nothing about the weekend ol mini one :p ate some pasta, chatted some more, fed rachel pasta, chatted some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All in all a mega fun weekend, drunken wenches rule all :D We should totally do it more often, girly weekends (even though we aint girly) kick total arse !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ill see you on the dark side of the moon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111520183714024730?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111511396272636546</id><published>2005-05-03T10:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T10:52:42.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>manic, stress, shit, oh dear lord!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Morning blog type thingy its god damned busy in work today :S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my phone keeps freezing up on me, its driving me crazy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hateeeeeeeeeee the new thinybobby at work, operating system would be the word i am looking for, the colour is kinda beige (default) and its giving me a headache :S I cant figure out how to change the colour either so ill have to ask the techy guy eh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So weekend was fun, got very very very drunk with Laura on saturday was a good laugh actually...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friday didnt go to the pub just sat in and relaxed with my wee orr, was a nice day, sat, chilled, done sod all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Went to the catty, danced, came home about 2...( i think) Stole Renos t shirt as my boob kept popping out, slightly embaressing to say the least...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday was drunken wenchness...was being Emo with Laura much fun :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sunday chilled out with Ed, monday pretty much the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tuesday is today work is manic as hell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im bored though :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111511396272636546?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111511396272636546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111511396272636546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111511396272636546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111511396272636546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/05/manic-stress-shit-oh-dear-lord.html' title='manic, stress, shit, oh dear lord!'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111450876743202250</id><published>2005-04-26T10:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T10:46:07.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Metro Tastically Fab</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Haw haw look at me laugh ned like goodness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No metros on the bus this morning, sat down, no sodding metros at all grr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some indian folk got on at the bus stop after mine, stood even though there where tons of seats, then got off two bus stops later to wait on a different bus...WHAT THE FUCK??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sitting this morning, doing nothing in work (bet yer all shocked at that?) When Craig texts me "did you send a letter into the Metro giving me, Stan and  'wee one' a shout out and to ask if we are going to the pub this Thursdae?" haha fantastic!! So funneh, was bored titless yesterday in work so mailed the metro for something to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where is stan anyway???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suppose i should find something to do eh ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111450876743202250?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111450876743202250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111450876743202250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111450876743202250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111450876743202250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/04/metro-tastically-fab.html' title='Metro Tastically Fab'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111442402793912028</id><published>2005-04-25T11:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T11:13:47.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another manic monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Monday, Monday, "its Just another manic monday, wo he haw, i wish it was sundae, wo he haw, cause thats ma funday, wo he haw, i dont have to runday wo he haw, its just another manic monday"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hi, morning people galore, tis monday (in case ya didnt guess) had a weird and shit weekend grr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fridae, got dressed went to the catty, after a huge bust up with ed which has been brewing quietly beneath out "happy couple" exterior for a while now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He ended up feeling ill and us going home at about 1am. Saturday drove him to work after another screaming match, even though he was ill, pandered to him all weekend since he was ill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sunday we actually sorted ourselves out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Monday now and im sitting in work doing nowt as we have no calls!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;manic monday...my arse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111442402793912028?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111442402793912028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111442402793912028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111442402793912028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111442402793912028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-another-manic-monday.html' title='Just another manic monday'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111415817935606371</id><published>2005-04-22T09:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T09:22:59.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Quiet Night In.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So last night was meant to be one of those sit-on-my-arse experiences until i thought to myself "bet Laura mails me for pubness" Approx 30 secs later she said "rufus the night?" yas! mind reader galore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Got the bus home, which by the way is getting later and later every night! Like 20 past six, which means unless i get ma ass in gear i miss it cause its mobbed by the time it gets to the bus stop at my work. Grr at it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aye well got to the pub about ten to eight, stan came in about 5 to eight, ed appeared for a bit then fucked off back to work, Reno came isn boot 9, we got him well pished, was superly good fun. Had GAF collective conversations and chatted too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Got slightly intoxicated went got greasy food, went home passed out now at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No quiet night tonight thankfully, catty and pished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;toot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111415817935606371?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111415817935606371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111415817935606371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111415817935606371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111415817935606371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-quiet-night-in.html' title='Another Quiet Night In.....'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111399304794317858</id><published>2005-04-20T11:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T12:07:21.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang Bang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morning folks, my blog is playing silly buggers this morning!! *slaps it*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So let me see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thursday... done sod all, Friday went to the pub with Ed wore my skirts and corset, very girly, very sexy me loved it tons :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Unders Dj was sheer shite galore, id slap the guy if they let me, Wednesday 13 where in the cathouse being pretentious "look at how famous we are" (NOT) arseholes, they sat down the stairs in one of those yon comfy seats at the back with a velvet rope round it so people couldnt go chat to them... Wankers. Look you idiots motorhead have been in the cathouse and not been bothered so what do you unknown people think you're playing at?? The unders may like you but we dont really give a toss k??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday lazy night in with Ed, went to see Sahara, super cheese but great fun go see if for humour value alone!! Sunday i went to Braehead, got Rachel a pink elephant a 'lucy' doll which now gets taken everywhere she goes and who apparently wants to touch people hair, scary doll! I keep kicking it everytime its on the floor so my kid says im a "bad gran"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Monday i went to the doctors, got tonsilitis... sat about done nothing, watched dvds, Ed went to work and err aye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tuesday went into town and shopped a little so i could try get some fresh air to sleep better as my routine is driving me insane just now, i think a walk is in order tonight with Ed! Talked to Ruth for a lil bit, i loveee your spaced ears, i want some sake... Went home was bored, thought 'oh i could fair do with going to the pub tonight' 30 seconds later laura texts me "Rufus the night, half 6?" heheh stalker, mind reading, scary girl. No i didnt say no, so went to the pub and got slightly intoxicated, came home babbled to craig and Mckay and then passed out :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wednesday now so roll on the weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;also i knicked this from bobzilla who nicked it from vonnie, i canna steal it from vonnie as i canna LJ from work (yeah work sucks)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* take the bands from my list that you have seen play live, and post them in your own lj.* add more bands until you have 30 that you've seen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01 Foo Fighters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02 Prodigy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03 Queens Of The Stone Age&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04 Slipknot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05 Raging Speedhorn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06 American Head Charge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07 Feeder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08 My Chemical Romance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09 Jimmy Eat World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Stero Mc's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 Amen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 One Minute Silence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 Red Hot Chilli Peppers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14 Polyphonic Spree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 Rammstein&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 Staind (heh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17 Jade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 Amongst The Arrows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19 Julia 13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 Robbie Williams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 Cave In (they are beyond shite)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22 Toploader&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23 PJ Harvey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 Polyphonic Spree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25 Flogging Molly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26 Cherry falls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27 Overhand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28 Archangel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29 The Dillenger Escape Plan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 The Offspring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am sad to say that was some effort, i know ive seen more than 30 bands with various festivals and things ive been to but when it came to the crunch i couldnt think of anyone :S Thats not good and that shall be remedied, i think the thing is that when i like someone ie The Offspring i see them numberous times, rather than go see someone who i dont actually fancy paying the cash for, ach well im old now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Toot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111399304794317858?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111399304794317858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111399304794317858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111399304794317858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111399304794317858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/04/bang-bang.html' title='Bang Bang'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111346653152879041</id><published>2005-04-14T09:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T09:15:31.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet night in...MY ARSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So i had a nice wee quiet night of sitting on my arse doing nada last night....Didnt happen, no im not complaining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Went to Rufus with Laura cause she felt like hitting the pub, worked til 6 legged it to Rufus for nine minutes past six, Francis was in as was cup dude..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We had a chat, i came home, ate semolina out the tin (Ed now thinks im weird!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Passed out, woke up and now its thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;quiet night in the night though..aye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111346653152879041?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111346653152879041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111346653152879041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111346653152879041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111346653152879041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/04/quiet-night-inmy-arse.html' title='Quiet night in...MY ARSE'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111321373462870524</id><published>2005-04-11T10:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T11:07:34.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigeon Woman &amp; Creeping the shit out of me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well morning to you lovely folkies :) woot woot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So let me see...Thursday was the start of my weekend this week, went to see My Chemical Romance with Ed (aww kute) The support where overhand ?? (i think) who thought they where in the 80's with their hair swinging shenanigans... They screamed into their guitars, had some woman who danced like a pigeon which had me laughing loads but no where near as much as the kids pitting..!! So sweet they where with their gently pushing one another...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So My Chemical romance eventually come on after nine, the gig was full of tiny wee mosher kids pushing each other because its kool to be "rawk" ensure about 20 or more of them pushing at one time and about 80 people going on the side ...including me..and ed and he was on top of me and people on top of him, the kids dont even pick each other up *rantage coming up* FOR FUCK SAKE kids, its not cool, hard or even mildly amusing to shove each other and have people genuinally being hurt because of your immature carry on, you give other kids who know how to ACTUALLY behave in a crowd a really bad name, people end up going and hating the 'alterative kids' because of a bad few who think its fucking hilarious to hurt people ARGH!!, *end rantage* Anyway had people standing on my legs, some fat kid standing on my head and aye i ended up being the last one on the floor, we left the immediate area ASAP, fucking weans :@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway ended up at the back with the pitting folks..it was safer there , some girl fell and she never even hit the bloody floor, see kids thats the difference, cause havock, have fun, but BE SAFE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyways MCR where okies...im not a huge fan, didnt have time to listen to them before the gig so only knew what ive heard, which was more than i'd previously thought. Got my ring back at the weekend :D Me engagement ring, tis beautiful..love it to bits!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Friday went over to the inlaws with ed cause its his dads birthday big 50 n all, on the way there Ed mentions he forgot to call to check if his contact lenses where in (he has stigmatism and his eyesight in general sometimes leaves a lil to be desired) Only took me months of nagging to get him to go to the bloody opticians...Called through to them, mentioned i was calling on behalf of my partner. They put me through to the contact lens centre and say "hi there Mrs Orr, we believe you are calling on behalf of your husband" They are just a little ahead of us here eh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to pizza hut on friday afternoon for some dunch, dinner and lunch combined, then went to cyber, spent most of the afternoon getting my corset fitted, actually that was thursday afternoon Julie...gah...friday was nice though. Ed got the worst insult ever " are you from coronation street" hahahahahahahahahah you are soooooooooooooooooooo funneh, loook at me laugh hahahahah, aye anyways...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Went to the cathouse on friday night, wore a skirt, got hugs of my guys, chatted to stanlee (luff ya) danced to emo chaff with russian faerie, who is apparently evil, my fiance came in and got me and we went home and slept like a pair of lazy arses....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Saturday scabbed about in bed til late, Rachels daddy calls at five to twelve to say he is just leaving with my wee one, can i pick her up in town, know what?? CAN I FUCK, nae mair, dae it yerself ya lazy kunto....grr, sat in played with Rachel on saturday night, called Ed for about an hour, played with Rachel some more, made her hyper as hell, was such good fun to do, no hassle, no stress just me n ma kid playing ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sunday comes, again lie in bed, til ten, go get ed his contact lenses fitted, go more shopping in cyber, i want a fluffy skirt and a fairy skirt out of there, they so rawk my world... Went to see Miss Congeniality 2 armed and fabulous, what a load of pish, dont see it, dont waste your time and for future reference Julie dont pick something cheesy. Im more a guns n bombs kinda girl, you'll never meet a woman like me in your life, unless you're lucky of course :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Monday is here im sitting at my work desk doing nothing, as per usual!! With my sexy red hair, scabbing about, working til six and looking forward to the weekend already!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Moan the weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tootage galore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111321373462870524?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111321373462870524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111321373462870524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111321373462870524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111321373462870524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/04/pigeon-woman-creeping-shit-out-of-me.html' title='Pigeon Woman &amp; Creeping the shit out of me....'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111277960159099182</id><published>2005-04-06T10:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T22:09:02.463+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What an eejit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So basically i am an idiot, i lost my labret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dont ask prolly swallowed it knowing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eejit oot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111277960159099182?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111277960159099182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111277960159099182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111277960159099182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111277960159099182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-eejit.html' title='What an eejit...'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111269124820067840</id><published>2005-04-05T09:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T22:08:32.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All By Myself...???</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So hi and morning, i usually dont update twice in a week...but hey im in a good mood today....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yesterday was complete faff galore (work), finished work at five, got out the building realised id left my mobile sitting on my desk grr.. came back up the lift grabbed it ran into the lift, lift stops at every single fooking sodding floor. HUGE overly massive fat man gets on at the first floor, take the fucking stairs and you'll loose some of that tub... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Finally got out the building and my wee Ed was waiting on me, he gave me chocolate (nice mint aero) a bottle of coke and a beautiful single red rose.. Aint he a darling :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Got home at half five, watched Ed read with Rachel for a bit, had our dinner, decided i wants ice cream so we wandered to safeway in anniesland for some ice cream. Ended up getting two tubs of hagen daaz, a pack of flakes, fresh bread and err oh hair dye!! Got the bus back home, it was too cold by this time to walk down the road....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Got home, cuddled up in bed, Ed lit some scented candles we sat ate ice cream and watched friends...very romantic :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Got up off my fat arse to go get ice cream, came back to a rather shifty looking Orr, he took my ice cream off me :O ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So... well.... aye... he asked to marry, big girl that i am burst into tears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;so all by myself?? not any more :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tootage galore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111269124820067840?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111269124820067840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111269124820067840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111269124820067840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111269124820067840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/04/all-by-myself.html' title='All By Myself...???'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111260585910049561</id><published>2005-04-04T08:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T22:06:48.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>purtle diluting juice</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So, morning folkies, tis nine o'clock and im just starting to blog.... bored already?? me? aye too right i am...Why is it i can never be bothered on a monday morning, is it monday or a BT thing? The new bonus system sucks something awful... ive sold a line and business plan this morning..woo i made 25p..a whole twenty five pence, now what would that get me, let me see shall we??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FOOK ALL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aye anyway weekend was indeed a good laugh, went out on Fridae night (no Ed, he was working til 2 ish!) Chatted to Shell, Laura, Stanlee, Hammy, Graeme, Jen, Kitty, Reno the lolly stealer, Shug the drunken bum, Zeniths (rooth) nice pound dress mrs oh and get a room with andy :p Vonnie, who was sober for her, Semprini whom i had a nice chat with about the shitness of films, oh and the new snore wars trailer (star wars). I actually detest that film with a passion, we tried to figure out what was missing from constantine other than the script whilst discussing how on this earth it is possible for BT to get worse since he left about a year ago. Also chatted to Shannow he was having some pooty problems and i offered him space to keep any stuff he doesnt have cds to back up for, NOT TOO MUCH PORN PLEASE!! Talked to Mr Andrew castratory person as well, he is sooooooooo polite me luffs him weally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Went out for dinner on Saturday night with my Wee Orr, got him terribly drunk, he chatters like a wee birdie when he has been drinking its so funny, hes unbeliveably kute too :P smitten me ?? point &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah Laura has found herself someone she is happy with Fastrez/Dave i think its a forumletsdateeachother thing!! Everyone seems to date a forumer that is a forumer...for example Me n Ed (i made him join though :p) RadiantNitemare/Fastrez (laula/dave) Zeniths/iamblip (rooth/andy) shug/whatshername...a few more but im bored now..you all get the idea dont ya kids? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mm monday monday oo i like monday, i have the sodding noddy theme tune in my head its driving me crazy!! "its time for Noddy, noddy, hip hip horray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;Damn Rachel and her noddy.... she drives me nuts, she wanted Ed's zombie bunnie last night...i didnt know where he was though... i think i sold him for beer, sex, drugs n rock n' roll... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I had a strange craving for plain vanilla ice cream with a flake through it.. i think Ed is pregnant again (slapper that he is) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ach i suppose i should go work now eh???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;tootage galore folks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111260585910049561?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111260585910049561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111260585910049561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111260585910049561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111260585910049561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/04/purtle-diluting-juice.html' title='purtle diluting juice'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111235396353180083</id><published>2005-04-01T10:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T22:05:27.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hi and morning&lt;/span&gt; folks, i hope this is nice and red, woo red rules, for some reason one of my posts has shrunk in the wash (wake me up before you go go)...So tis &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Friday at last, oh how i hate weekdays with a passion...... So how has my week been?? Well had a nice wee relaxing weekend with me man (did i update on tuesday?) dont think so :S, no i didnt..oh dear my head is mush...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I spent last night coding links for Ed, i think my brain tried to escape out of my ear, literally so...mm skive..mm chocolate mm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Was chatting to el Craigy last night (Reno/VIII) oh and i swear the boys changes his name and avatar more than some change their knickers, he thought i was pissed at him over my birthday, nuht but you owe me a dance sexy :p!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So aye, tuesday came into work and my head hurt like sh**, i felt sick, lightheaded and oh yes it was fun... Had to go home, slept most of the day, went to see Feeder with Ed at the carling academy, was much fun... They where supported by cherry falls (who where kool as..) the lead singer was sarcastic and rude, i thought it was funny at least!! Chatting to Ed and i was saying Barrie is glad Grant Nicholas has gained weight cause he doesnt get the lookalike comments anymore, when bloody grant comes on, he's lost weight and had on Barrieesque clothing and it was like they had cloned him, im thinking of kindapping Mr Nicholas and replacing him with Barrie for a few days to see if someone notices!! The support where actually good, the only thing was they seemed very very familiar :S too much so maybe?? They where good though, next thing is MCR, Finch, REM (legend) and hell is for heros with Ed i think dunno though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Good fun was had... now back at work (woo) and filling in my adsl vouchery things... so far have 220 quid worth.. nice one me ...adsl vouchery things are for selling broadband and i just recounted and have 470 worth thats four hundred quid for wee me, and a tenner in the house :d nice one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So my eyes go funny (not haha funny you people) is because im getting cluster headaches (migranes) on one side, my left incase you are wondering... Means my balance goes quite often so im going to have to be really careful... Ive also got a stigmatism in my left eye which means i need new glasses with a special coating on the one side to help me not get headaches, all this with my migraleve, new specs and new seat should mean im fine :) I hope so anyway, it was annoying to have blurry eyes and things like that, i have never had any problems with me eyes before so it was indeed a slight bit irritating.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;suppose i should stop skiving and work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i have nothing to say now oops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;weekend here i come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tootage galore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111235396353180083?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111235396353180083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111235396353180083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111235396353180083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111235396353180083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/04/april-fool.html' title='April Fool'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111194634580571624</id><published>2005-03-27T18:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T22:03:14.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice n Easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ww pink *fixes it* , pink sucks ass!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend started on thursday after work, finished at 6, Ed was working, relax, take it easy and go to bed late. Get up on Friday and go ice skating and make complete tits of ourselves once of course we had lunch with Margaret (Ed's mum) we came home relaxed some more, went to Stazione a nice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="providercuisine"&gt;         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mediterranean resteraunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; on great western road acorss from Jurys Pond Hotel(mm food was amazing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="menuline" align="CENTER"&gt;Flat cap mushrooms and Parmesan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="menusect"&gt;Bruschette to start, Ed had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="menuline" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Roasted vegetables and crumbed goat's cheese salad with a strawberry and black pepper vinaigrette for main and i had Sea bass with pesto and herb mashed potato with a pesto vinaigrette. I had a creme brulee with biscotti for dessert and Ed hadCrushed meringue, banana and cream with toffee and dark chocolate sauces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It was spectacular food, service was amazing, it was rather pricey but worth every single penny, we came home, relaxed and watched some DVD's on friday night after we had been to blockbuster of course! I got 4 disney dvds (wean!) for 32 quid bargain!! Ed got collateral and sky captain and the world of tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Saturday he wasnt feeling too well so we chilled out and realxed. went to Asda for some fresh air though and met Alan (drummer boy) Thats Ed just met him, alan is a good friend was nice to see him again... Long time no see, no nowt you tubby! He doesnt like me hair but i dont particularly care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Today me n Ed relaxed loads, he is now at work and i am not even dressed, scabby bitch and then some. Read something somewhere of intrest, it seems someone is trying to mimic Ed and the way he behaves with me, can you say .. get a life?? :)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Im not a cunt honest :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;have a nice easter weekend folks and maybe some more updates on chewsday when im  back at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;tootage galore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111194634580571624?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111194634580571624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111194634580571624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111194634580571624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111194634580571624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/03/nice-n-easy.html' title='Nice n Easy'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111170863870522414</id><published>2005-03-24T23:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-24T23:57:18.706Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/4329/640/digicam 019.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/212/4329/320/digicam 019.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111170863870522414?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111170863870522414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111170863870522414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111170863870522414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111170863870522414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/03/me.html' title=''/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111158198976274520</id><published>2005-03-23T11:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-06T22:02:09.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake me up before you go go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why is it regardless of what I select on this the font is never the right colour? I always have to fix it, every single time, very much with the frustrating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So news travels fast eh?? i got a text to ask if i was 'fighting' on Fridae night, YAS now i was fighting grand stuff, seems kids never learn eh??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and Ed aint been sleeping right so we are gonna get some fresh air round us more often cause we just seem to be keeping each other awake (OI NO SMUT)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mother dearest is being a pain in the delicates as usual (parents eh?) also talked about sending ma wee one to private school, no i am not a snob thanks, no i do not think myself or Rachel is better than anyone i know NOR do i think anyone's schooling was shite before i am asked. I would like her to have some benefits and stuff that I didn't, and its NOT that expensive, big deal i don't earn much now, but it won't always be that way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm at work, slept great last night, went a walk with Mr Orr and we had a chat, didn't seem to take us that long cause we chatted non stop all the way along but it actually took us over two hours...two hours kool :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;well im in a good mood, i have sugar and my life is finnnnne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111158198976274520?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111158198976274520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111158198976274520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111158198976274520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111158198976274520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/03/wake-me-up-before-you-go-go.html' title='Wake me up before you go go'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111140023123137898</id><published>2005-03-21T09:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-06T22:01:25.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday weekend extravanganza (long winded, get a chair)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My birthday started off on thursday with me doing my rounds to see who is coming out, called the folks... Started with Drummer Boy (Alan), Devianto (boab/jim) and Noodnut (Darren). Alan is working now, works for Hilton Hotels so if you see the website some of it is probably drummer boys handy work (go you!) His life is like a soap opera sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;He was meant to be getting married to Mia but apparently he wasnt ready, turns out he said she wasnt ready, their like weans sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Anyway none of these kids could come out as alan &amp; mia are skinto. Alas that meant no boab or noodnut either (they come out together and alan recruits!) No seen jim, darren and alan in ages, they are the nicest guys i know, genuinally. Right kids stop greeting in the back, i know some of you guys are great, but i dont know you like my guys, they are proper gentlemen and i mean that, you will actually NEVER meet anyone as nice as these three!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Charlene couldnt come out as she was feeling sick, Nino (ma boy) was bogged down with uni stuff (if you need a hand babes gimme a squeal!) and barrie wasna in the bas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I think i am going to keep adding stuff from the weekend to this so its just going to get bigger... (smutty?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I am back at BT from my burfday weekend :) was a good weekend all in...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Got some really nice stuff for my birthday, shell got me my favourite perfume, a wee birthstone bracelet thing (lovely), a box of chocolate orange segments and a bar of soap (dont ask!!) Ed got my a dress, a lip ring (with a lovely sweet birthday card), a silver pen (who said he is random?) A cow (haha its so sweet and amazingly tacky!!!) and season ten of friends on DVD. My sister got me trousers, a belt (that you could fit a 12 year old in, its fucking tiny!!) and two arm bands which are spiky...Fifteen quid of accesorize/monsoon vouchers from my work friends!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Got loads well happy with birthday stuff in case you people dont guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Fridae, went and got my hair coloured and cut (after we got out of bed), got my eyebrows waxed off, well not them all of course..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Went shopping with me man, got a red bench coat in town and that was it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;We went out for dinner on friday night to amber on byres road, i am glad to say it was still lovely ...Stole some chopsticks for Mckay, dont know if he got some when he went out with TP..I shall ask him laters ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Went to rufus with my sister, shell and laura, was a good night all in, laura didnt know it was my birthday though, thats kool, honest it is!! I talked to forbes and tried to sweet talk him into giving me stuff for free, he was having none of it...!! I even told him he loved me nop nope nope. Everyone thought my sister was way too quiet...hahah shows you what they know doesnt it..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cathouse was fantastic on friday night had a good laugh with my friends, all of you! Sorted out something/some people that have been bothering me for more than long enough, i am glad to get it sorted though, i feel four stone lighter now, oh and it will teach people not to under estimate the short girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I pulled 'Gracie' up for being a story spreading arse, fuck up hen, i told you not to annoy me, oh and blanking Ed is so mature, i swear you will eventually learn, one way or another, oh and leave andy 'i am blip' alone, he is Ruths, ruth is a lovely girl, im not kidding ya know... *evil*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Talked to Laura, which was nice, its nice to be her 'friend' for now again well talking at least, oh for those of you who dont know i apprarently called her a slut!!! Okay Laura calls me razor tongue, not for a laugh either, im a complete bastard when i want to be, i pointed that out to her, that if i WAS going to say anything to her i would say it to her face! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You guys who didnt come out for whatever reason, other than gordon who had a real reason (i'm looking at you Craig) missed a fun night, well i had fun anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Got home about twenty to three, got up on saturday and went to the cinema with Ed, we seen an advanced screening of Valiant (shrekesque cartoon), it was actually painful, it wasnt even in the slightest bit funny, it was just dull, no story, no laughs and ensued in my man telling me im not allowed to pick flicks again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;We went to see Hitch - cure for the common man as well. This was funny, actually really good, light hearted but soppy as fuck, any of you lovely people that know me well will know that i hate sop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;All in all a good weekend, had nice chat with ruth in the cathouse, i cant believe she chatted up Andy, for you people that dont know Ruth is lovely, one of the nicest people i know, i cant believe someone would hit on her boyfriend, not take no for an answer and try some more when they know fine well who Ruth is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Introduced Ed to vonnie, who done her usual, came screaming across the cathouse at me...was funny as.. Got picked up by Shug, talked to Dave and had a great night, only a few people didnt make it out, Craig (gutted), Gordon - his car broke down, fucking cars suck, Shannow, ill bug him later though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Generally cheers for coming out kids, i had a fantabby night and i hope to go out with you lot again soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I think i am done babbling now...honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Have a nice monday.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tootage galore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111140023123137898?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111140023123137898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111140023123137898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111140023123137898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111140023123137898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/03/birthday-weekend-extravanganza-long.html' title='Birthday weekend extravanganza (long winded, get a chair)'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111105122927545362</id><published>2005-03-17T09:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-06T21:58:25.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Predictable!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello!!! Morning and happy St Patricks Day people!!, its my birthday tomorrow people!! I am actually quite looking forward to it... Craig aka VIII forgot all about me as well, mega upset me here...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My sister is coming out, the elusive girl that she is...so far people ive conned into coming oot are - Alan, Jim, Marie (depending on a phone call at lunch), Craig, Marie (or ill cry!), My sister, Charlie-B, Matt (if charlene's not chained him to her bed!) Shug, Shell, MW, Ed (of course), Barrie, Fritz, Ross, Stanlee and a couple more who are yet to confirm like semprini for example, ruth, vonnie and loads more....It shall be a good night and ill try not to get too pissed... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway... i knew you would tell her that hahaha predictable a million percent so...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ach know what gie a fuck anymore?? Dont like me fuck off and get on with it ta and stop bothering me :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ed im sorry by the way, i know you dont read this much but im sorry regardless, ill see you tonight, im looking forward to it, i miss you !!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We seem to be having a wee nasty patch just now and we must sort it cause im crazy about that man!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i hope the cat plays some decent music, i need to dance and shake my arse, dance my angst and my fury away, oh and maybe shove some weans on their face too..!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See you lay dees on fridae :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tootage galore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111105122927545362?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111105122927545362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111105122927545362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111105122927545362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111105122927545362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/03/predictable.html' title='Predictable!!'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111087859019312712</id><published>2005-03-15T09:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-06T21:57:24.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Exasperated....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hi there folkies, this post actually wont make any sense to many people, well to tell you the truth it probably wont make sense to anyone but me and someone else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have never felt this way before, i actually feel a lil threatened by this and i dont like it not even one tiny little bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Please stop it, dont make me feel like this with you, dont make me wonder if its going to happen or not, make me realise its not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I know this makes no sense and you think i am fine but i am not, i am not okay hun... i really am not, i dont know how to tell you exactly what i am feeling, but i feel you are being sneaky about it still, i asked you something that i already know the answer to, just to see if you tell me the truth or not..If you dont i am really going to have to reconsider this. I mean genuinally reconsider it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;If you cant be truthful it shouldnt continue, it shouldnt be this hard for you to tell me the truth, why are you lying to me, i dont even think you realise how much this hurts and makes me afraid. The worst of it is i dont actually have anyone that i can talk to about this, i trust you to talk to you and know that you wont make it better anyways. Why is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Why cant you just fix it with words? Why do you look at me with those eyes and i can see you do with that person, you dont even know your own heart and that hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Im so afraid, im alone, in the dark and no one is coming to save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Why wont you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111087859019312712?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111087859019312712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111087859019312712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111087859019312712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111087859019312712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/03/exasperated.html' title='Exasperated....'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111081141743397606</id><published>2005-03-14T14:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-06T21:54:25.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you spell??....Sad Bastard...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hi and good morning to you folks, have a nice weekend?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I had an absolutely fantastic weekend!!! Well first i am now officially a sad bas****, bet all you kids are wondering why?? Well ill let you know how my weekend was first shall i?? Fridae! Went to work , snore snore boring, went to the solid with my man, had a bit of a wee cafuffle, came back to work to help out for comic relief, Ed stuffed anything resembling food that passed by his face into his overly large gob. Went to the catty, blethered to shell and apparently someone almost knocked me over!! Note to you knock over person - get a life ;). 'Danced' in the cathouse, some daft wee new legal under kept running into me, numerous times, on purpose!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me being the charmer that i am knocked the wee sod straight on his ar**, (he was only a wee bit bigger than me :p) It was like a sodding nursery school at the cathouse, wheres the usual staff?? Met Ed's 'friend' sarah, haha if you are his friend hen (pig nose :p) im the queen of spain :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;At least i know why you are bitter, oh and dont scowl at me darling either, im a complete bastard when i want to be, just ask Grace if you dont belive me (im nice to her now though)!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Saturday comes i stay in bed with Ed cause i slept in due to my being lazy bum and being knackered due to the new vantage shift pattern at work being rubbish beyond belief. Went to deep pan pizza co, was cute to my boyfriend, made him feel bad, didnt get too much pleasure out it, honest ! Went to virgin got some dvd's, went to gap then m &amp; s, got Rachel some clothes, she's growing fast.... Spent too much cash, in too little time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Met Mckay for a bit, gave him the money he asked me for (nice to see he didnt mention that he met me or got money from me to live on his space), he gave me my my cd player back, about time too. We had a chat, came home, realise id left a bag on the bus, arse baskets galore. Sunday night we went to see Jimmy Eat world, well there was me expecting a nice 'mellow' evening (haha) NO chance in hell the Jimmy Eat World fans are manic! I love the being crushed to death, cause a havoc side of gigs so im usually down the front, which i was until i realised i might lose half my face cause of my lip piercing. That and the fact that i couldnt breath, went to stand at the back to relax a bit, shit there was no atmosphre at all, Ed was being all boyfriendy (love ya sweetie) and protective with his "dont want you to get hurt" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I wanders into the middle of the crowd with ed at my back and end up in the middle of a bunch of hairy men pitting like hell, much fun was had, bruised lots, lump on my shin bone and caused havoc with some hairy dudes, blew one a kiss as i shoved him on his way and made him laugh (he was a lil bigger than me, then again about 80% of the population of the adults are!) Much, much fun, i proved to ed that i can handle myself too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ok now to explain why i am a sad bas*** eh? I got the 10th anniversary edition of Shawshank Redemption, i know you are probably sitting thinking that its not that bad eh? Let me explain...I am a shawshank fanatic, i love that film, i could actually seriously play a part. Still not sad enough for you?? I have three copies of this film.... Oh it gets worse, honest. One is on tape (which i wore out the soundtrack on from watching that much) I have the collectors edition DVD also (with extras *drool) Which i've watched too many times also, then i have the cheek to go buy the special edition 10th anniversary 3 disc dvd with 4 hours of extras!! Think its still not that bad?? I am NOT going to give up one of my dvd's to either ebay (virgin megastore sales man suggested this, i think he wants his throat slit personally!) Nor to my dad (my mums suggestion) They are my dvd's mine *evil cackle* I am going to variate between them, spend a night ed is at work watching the hours and hours of extras and reading my difinitive guide to shawshank redemption!! YES i am now officially a sad bas****! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me and Ed are going to feeder and MCR to cause some trouble soon, i promised i wont cause as much trouble as him, or pit more than him (well i will regardless) Dont want the tall man feeling left out, ill show him how to pit properly shall i?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;See you kids on fridae or else !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;tootage galore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111081141743397606?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111081141743397606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111081141743397606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111081141743397606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111081141743397606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/03/can-you-spellsad-bastard.html' title='Can you spell??....Sad Bastard...'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111045296467129291</id><published>2005-03-10T10:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-16T11:06:26.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mah</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;me and ma hunni had our first proper argument last night. We went &lt;em&gt;to&lt;/em&gt; his old flat to get the rest of his chaf out the place seeing as he lives with me... He buggered off and left me to d0 the bigger stuff myself seeing as he thought he would be just getting in the way. Insue me being really pissy as before this, at about oo 8 o clock he said to me "can we go to the flat now". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mega confused Julie time here. Turns out he had 'asked' me (read mumbled) about an hour ago to go over, im not psychic, i dont have excellent bat like hearing, you have to sodding speak up man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So we go over to the damn flat and get his stuff out, Ed fannies about playing with wee ditty things that would have taken us forty five seconds to do... We does this, takes us to almost ten to get home, on the drive home i go off on one about how nadded off i am, he asks me why i waited so long to say, ensue me swiftly pointing out that err i said AFORE we left AFORE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;GRR...anyway Ed decides he is being pig ignorant and a cuntfuck and that IVE MADE MY DECISION to not listen, when i quite clearly hadn't. Just so you charming people know, when im pissy i like to yell it out and get on with it, its me, like it or shove it ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Eventually get to bed and he decides he's lying there in his clothes not speaking to me as he's scared to upset me, i mean seriously what's the worst that could happen? Im not going to implode or bite his sodding head off am i??? Not this week anyway im off male's !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Im not a happy Julie this morning and Ed if you read this, im dissapointed in you, that you think that little of me that you cant talk to me about something so terribly insignificant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Anyways i hope today is much better OR i will kill one of you...volunteers??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tootage galore and hopefully a happier update later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111045296467129291?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111045296467129291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111045296467129291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111045296467129291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111045296467129291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/03/mah.html' title='mah'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111038163051623939</id><published>2005-03-09T14:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-06T21:50:40.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gypsie scum, BT bas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Right before anyone gets on their sodding high horse thinking "ooh Julie's a right cunto" gypsie scum is aimed at the WONDERFUL recruitment agency that i work for.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Where to start ....cue (queue?) the moonlight and the sparky moosic til i set the scene eh?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I work for BT more commonly known as B...T (ill insert what when i get home seeing as im at work the noo)..;) Well ive been off sick 3 times (one late) since i started....Once it was my wee one, ma baba ma kiddly wink ...Once i had an infection in my face (lip swollen etc..) Last time i had the flu and a viral infection..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Aye anyways do those gypsie scum care that i was off for legit reasons?? NAW do they toot/swearywordsgalore. So i had a disciplinary for being off sick, behead me already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I hate this job at the moment CBA springs to mind... I mean we've all to sell one mobile each today..sod that their pap, i've let my daughter play with better handsets than they give away to their customers. So the handseats are free..POINT HERE?? you can get a good free handset for free out of other suppliers (dont wanna get lynched do i?) More than likely these will also include free minutes/inclusive texts. SO you there reading this mr customer....Would you rather have handset A - an uptodate topoftherange fone (haha hate that spelling) with inclusive minutes/texts for £x a month (say a fiver) or handset B - outofdate 2yearold, wouldnagieittaeyerdugtaechew for £x a month (again a fiver). Both handsets are free to you mr customer by the who, what would you pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;personally i think its quite clear to pick one... the one with free stuff, i know how much people love their free stuff.. Shagging hate ...this the now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Anyways on with the nicities (spelling?) Rachel learned how to say her own name last night, although its more of a "washel" than rachel you get thats her name!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yeah ma baba can say her name, it was a moment of pride and allmost welling up standards that made me wonder...Which one of you evil fuckwits injected me with maternal instincts whilst i was sleeping?? I felt all proud and like a mum it was fucking spectacular.... I taught her how to say "My name is ..." after that :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She can count to five, knows when stuff is burny, how to brush her hair, how to put her top on and lastly how to run about like a child possessed!! Still though "washel" is now offically getting all growed up, where did that go? I was dead excited when she came in to tell me her name last night..seriously parenty goodness!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This is the good stuff they dont tell you about eh? The learning how to count and say their own name, im currently "me mum" as she cant say "my mum" which im trying to teach her, but i dont suppose grammar is all that important at 16 months old is it? Also it is "me ed" tis cracking ... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Good stuff. Anyways more nice stuff... Lying in bed with Ed last night (yo edward ya ho bag *wave*) and we had a nice we long term scary relationship stuff chat. I think this could be it (maybe?) we seem really incredibly happy/smitten/love sick/fucksakegetaroom* together. I hope it lasts for the time being, i was happy with Mckay though, i still wont care about anyone the way i did for him, but the happiness i have with Ed is more than anything ive ever had (sad bastard *cough*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hope you all you peoplees are grandtastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tootage galore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*delete as you feel appropriate...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111038163051623939?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111038163051623939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111038163051623939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111038163051623939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111038163051623939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/03/gypsie-scum-bt-bas.html' title='Gypsie scum, BT bas'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111030049906110225</id><published>2005-03-08T16:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-06T21:48:27.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mini...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mini update type thingymawhit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;has been a LONG day, jeez....im working til 5 the morra panttastic...i have one 'early' shift from now til april...early is til 4.15 from 8.45 by the way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Til fuckin april ..april...fucking april..evil vantage shift pattern system...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i shitting hate it...muchly so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i dont have much to say today, i have some guy wanting free lines on the phone..plonker..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;gah gah gah...do i look like i get free stuff ya bas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ive to get a disciplinary for my attendence.....hahahaha for my wee one being sick...arse baskets... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;aye fuck the lot of you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tootage galore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111030049906110225?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111030049906110225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111030049906110225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111030049906110225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111030049906110225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/03/mini.html' title='mini...'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-111021733720691945</id><published>2005-03-07T17:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2005-06-06T21:47:43.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'>stolen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The idea here is to come up with a track for each letter of the alphabet, as nicked from Rev Scapegoat's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AFI- Silver &amp; Cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Breaking Benjamin - Polyamerous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cold - Send in the clowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Drowning Pool- Sinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Evanescence - bring me to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Foo Fighters - Hey Johnny Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Guns N roses - sweet child o mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Head Automatica - Beating heart baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Incubus - pardon me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Jimmy Eat World- Hear You Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Linkin Park - with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My Chemical Romance - Im Not Okay (i Promise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nirvana - Polly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Otep - My Confession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Pink Floyd - Brain Damage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Queens Of The Stone Age - go with the flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Rage Against The Machine - Bomb Track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Shizit - Gak Bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The clash - guns of brixton    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;U2 - beautiful day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;VNV nation - serial killer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Wheatus - teenage dirtbag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Xibit - going down&lt;br /&gt;Yaz - the only way is up (i laughed internally whilst posting this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Zz top - gimme all your loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-111021733720691945?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/111021733720691945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=111021733720691945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111021733720691945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/111021733720691945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/03/stolen.html' title='stolen...'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-110992696294435645</id><published>2005-03-04T08:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2005-06-06T21:47:01.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Morning blog type lovey.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tis friday, so...Do a lil dance, make a lil love get down tonight!!! Im off out tonight with my georgous boyfriend for company YASNESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ive asked four people all in to do my custom tattoo...I know, i know custom means its meant to be my own design... BUT i cant draw for sheet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Craig (mr reno/VIII) is confident that his will be the best design by far and asked why i've even bothered asking anyone else when his will be the best then said "bragging? damn right". Isn't he just so modest?? I've asked my barrie boy (rawk star spelling no?) to design something too as he knows my personality. Also asked my boy (Nino) to design me something too..he knows me well also...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I dont have any ideas who's design i will pick though, i am actually really fickle about it all....hmm, i sent debby some stuff i like seeing as i've asked if she would mine tattooing my arse...well not my actual arse but aye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So Ed my lovely man is going to do a new template for this thingy.....which rules....I am going to change permantly from live journal as i very rarely have time to update it from home anymore, Rachel is getting much bigger and its rare fun to play with her :) Im quite happy to 'blog' for now...ill maybe go back to LJ one day, doubt it though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Okie kids have a nice weekend and ill cya laters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tootage galore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-110992696294435645?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/110992696294435645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=110992696294435645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/110992696294435645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/110992696294435645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/03/easy.html' title='Easy....'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-110968142017529173</id><published>2005-03-01T12:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-06T21:45:49.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The end ...is nigh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lasciate ogni speranza,voi ch'entrate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;life....it walked out the door today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i cant get it back?? it didnt feel right!! why? what did i do that you acted so 'off' with me?&lt;br /&gt;What did i do to derserve the attitude being taken towards me?? Wish i knew, all i wanted was some time with you before you went to work. Not too much to ask is it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is now, maybe the novelty has worn off, then again you've not been right since last night and the strange conflab on msn with certain people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this entry is rather vague but i have to spill.... I'm going to talk to you tonight, its not my fault you're stupid friends dont like me you know, all i want is a hug from you, i dont ask much, i never ask anything actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its too much though, too expect something like this from you, i dont know i wanna talk to you just now and i cant cause im working, im fed up with this wee rut we seem to be in just now, i hope we can fix it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not the end is nigh...sadly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;he wants a kick in the arse actually, can i do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;know what im gonna sulk so have some lyrics people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Foo Fighters - My Hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Too alarming now to talk about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Take your pictures down and shake it ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tTruth or consequence, Say it aloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Use that evidence, Race it around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;There goes my hero, watch him as he goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;There goes my hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;, he's ordinary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Don't the best of them bleed it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;While the rest of them peter out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Truth or consequence, say it aloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Use that evidence, race it around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;There goes my hero, watch him as he goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;There goes my hero, he's ordinary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kool guitar solo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Kudos my hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Leaving all the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You know my hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The one that's on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;There goes my hero, watch him as he goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;There goes my hero, he's ordinary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;There goes my hero, watch him as he goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There goes my hero, he's ordinary&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-110968142017529173?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/110968142017529173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=110968142017529173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/110968142017529173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/110968142017529173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/03/end-is-nigh.html' title='The end ...is nigh...'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-110917373177188594</id><published>2005-02-23T15:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-06T21:44:20.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Morning (afternoon) blog....tis wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;couldnt update you properly for some reason...heh at "gracey's" blog title "watch out for this blonde idiot", least she knows something about herself EH??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Im worried about stanlee...he seems a lil down the now...i dont really like to see people that i consider a friend be like that, ive not read his email yet, haud on ill be back til i read him...hmm he is being pickied on...and i dont know why, some bloody idiot is calling about his phone book *grr* be back in a mo til i deal with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;He was moaning cause the bloody phone book doesnt have him in the 'yellow' section...twat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Aye anyway, so stan is a bit *meh* cause people are being cruel to him, righty leave ma stanlee alone ya buggers *growl* he doesnt like that he dont stick up for himself, mean lil me shall teach him how eh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Gain the night maybe?? depending on how ed feels maybe baby... dunno though gain then work the morra?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;urm i think maybies indeed, haha laura will have to go out with the boringbastards.com *snorefest galore* seeing as she's not speaking to me (still) i wanna rufus on friday but tis charlenes birthday..so must walkabout instead *yeah* im dreading it can you tell??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;okie i dont have much to say, ill properly update my livejournal tomorrow night when im at home until then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;have some head automatica lyrics..*huge grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tootage galore kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(Beating Heart Baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Baby is this love for real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(Beating Heart Baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Let me in your arms to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(Beating Heart Baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The beating of your heart, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(Beating Heart Baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The beating of you heart, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You, you want nothing to do with me [x2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I, I don't know what to do with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cuz you don't know what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[Chorus:]Baby is this love for real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Let me in your arms to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The beating heart baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The beating of your heart, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[repeat]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Girl, you really got your hold on me [x2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Girl, you gotta get away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'Cause you want nothing to do with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[Chorus (x2)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;In spite of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Even out of view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Still I love all of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I do, yeah[repeat]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You, you want nothing to do with me [x2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[Chorus (x3)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-110917373177188594?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/110917373177188594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=110917373177188594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/110917373177188594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/110917373177188594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/02/you_110917373177188594.html' title='YOU'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-110872437062911643</id><published>2005-02-18T06:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-06T21:42:28.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>T.F.I Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Morning and good friday blog type lovey....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Thank Fook tis friday *dance*, tis been a lonnnnnnnnnggggggg week to say the least.....Lemme see tis 9.13 the now, im wondering how long it actually takes me to update this thingy.....I'm sitting on my but waiting on a call....*snore*. I have training to go to for ADSL (broadband) new somethingorothers at 9.30, tis an hour and a half long, thats an hour or so off the phone wooooooooooooooooooooo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Means we are back at 11 and only have an hour and a half left til lunch. Wonder if ed is coming for lunch today...?? All i can smell is plasticine...(spelling) The joys of brand new purty new rock boots *drool*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My mum is off to see my sister today, i've not properly seen my sister in six months, wonder how she is doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Okie im back from training and its eleven o clock...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It was dull...beyond belief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;cat the night kids cyas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tootage galore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-110872437062911643?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/110872437062911643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/110872437062911643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/02/tfi-friday.html' title='T.F.I Friday'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-110864142257715756</id><published>2005-02-17T19:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-06T21:40:48.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mehness galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morning blog type said thing, i feel you shall be a work related friend my love...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im busy busy busy busy the now though, gah, much with the at work!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ed has text me four times already, his face itches, wee soul, LEAVE THE STUBBLE ALONE EVIL STRIPEY MAN!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moi likes his stubbley, he looks very sexy hoboesque with his stubbley :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We had a nice night and he helped me with my 'homework' for work, which was looking at mobiles, so i can sell them to the great unwashed public....maybe some washed actually&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm glad he is gonna come live with me, mai loves him moochly...hes a wee dumplingy type thing....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im so dead for saying that though *giggle*, im being strange aint i???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meh, ed has pmt *chuckles deviantly*, not like i find this at all amusing....HONEST ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So aye, sitting here at ma desk, in the queue for business billing, tis long and boring *snorefest*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ed just text me again...I have a tall male stalker man...woo me...least he is a sexy stalker :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;grace has deleted my post on her blog....haha stupid blonde idiot, leave him alone ya psycho....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Im mailing staaaanleeeeeeeeeeee *waves* he's a good guy.........wish i could find someone nice for him actually....he is one of the nicest guys i know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Im on the phone to faults now, i should really be paying attention to the prompts eh?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Suppose i should go back to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;tootage galore blog type peeps&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-110864142257715756?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/110864142257715756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=110864142257715756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/110864142257715756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/110864142257715756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/02/mehness-galore.html' title='mehness galore'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10872364.post-110856419748802937</id><published>2005-02-16T13:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-06T21:39:45.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sick of all this</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;im sick to the back teeth of people thinking they can dictate my god damned life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;im sick of grace dictating my friends life, she seems to think she has some sort of weird hold over Ed. Seems to think he assumed he was her 'crutch' which he never has, the girl lives in some sort of delusional bubble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She needs to realise he has moved on, maybe her and others can make a "we are bitter" group, this would be for exes who just WONT take the damn hint to bugger off and get a life of their own...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;As for grace with her "we spent a couple of hours together and had tea and chatted" etc etc etc....Him walking down buchanan street with you to come meet me from work doesnt count as hours hen, so shut it and leave him alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;wheest and get on with it hen, stop stalking me on the forum, get over it and stop being a pain in the ****...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;As for my corset, what do you care if its a proper corset or not?? have you ever had one?? let me see that would be a big fat NAW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;am i done ranting yet?? am i like hell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;im fed up with people thinking they can dictate and be immature with their 'stories'..get over it and act your age, we aint in primary school anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ok rant time done now....Ed's moving in with me *yeah*, am really glad, twill be nice.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;mmm at ma hunni bear giving me snoochy cuddles all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Im done for the day kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tootage galore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10872364-110856419748802937?l=wickedbeatch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/feeds/110856419748802937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10872364&amp;postID=110856419748802937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/110856419748802937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10872364/posts/default/110856419748802937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wickedbeatch.blogspot.com/2005/02/sick-of-all-this.html' title='sick of all this'/><author><name>Your worst nightmare...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09196848101938709558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://uk.geocities.com/julie.mccrann@btinternet.com/julie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
