loving
Morrissey.  like i really loooooove him.  i wonder if he likes Morningstar grillers and veggie dogs.  and if he ever caves and eats Cadbury's chocolate (the only reason i can't possibly ever be a real vegan.  that and CHEESE!!!!)

loving
that he loves Coronation Street too.  awww me too!  i wonder if he ever figured out how to get it in the USA... i really need to have lunch with Morrissey :| 

disliking
that the titles of his songs are usually about a little bit too long

hating
hives.  i know they mean something, but what???!  they're so bad my skin has bubbled up and blistered and is all peeling off

wearing
my Mum's favorite perfume.  because she's not here and i miss her horribly :(

going 
home.  home as in Manchester England: Orange County California was never home   

wanting
a Dairy Milk bar as big as my biggest suitcase.  a perfect Aran 'husband's sweater' sweater from Ireland.  a ton of salt and vinegar chipsticks.  pizza express fiorentina with no olives.  really awesomely unhealthy fish and chips and peas.  Coronation Street.  documentaries about awesome freaky people who talk to their dolls and have huge nightmare-inducing 300 pound legs.  uncensored embarrassing bodies :)  i'm homesick... 


wondering
how come every TV personality from my childhood is a total perv... now it's Rolf Harris: the nice man with the didgeridoo, who tied his kangaroo down, sport :(  urgh, if anyone tells me the Grandfather Flump was a pedophile, i'm going to be SO UTTERLY SAD: especially because he wasn't even a real person :(

not wanting
to 'walk to school' tomorrow.  blah.  the awesome schoolbus service has ruined me forever.

wanting
to flat iron my hair.  then curl it.  then flat iron it.  and then curl it.  and then flat iron it.  then wash it and start all over again  

craving
Indian food.  the kind that makes your nose run and you need 3 glasses of water in a row

drinking
coffee and diet coke at bedtime (because i never ever learn) 

back in the am with pics xoxo