January 2010
He looks like lionel ritchie.
Dancing on the ceiling!!!!!
Good mood today, especially waking up to this on...
Don't say you have time for a chat
When you make me wait on the other end of the phone while you talk to people in your flat about fucking nothing.
I’m so sick of phoning and being ignored. I’m fitted in like a bloody apointment.
I forgot how much I loved Coyote Ugly!
I totally fancy the guy and my old job was pretty much the same as that bar haha.
I’m going to buy it on DVD on Monday when I get paid. And watch it standing up, with a bottle of vodka and some leather chaps on.
Pete and Mike...
txtsfrmlstnght:
(631): so i havent checked yet but im almost positive that my left ass cheek is bruised. any idea what happened last night. (631): what the fuck man? i was JUST texting you the same thing. FUCK
Leather Beats Feather, a poem by DJW and DM.
Leather beats feather
Feathered hair beats leathered hare,
On the contrary
A heathered bear eats tethered fear.
Yet,
A fearful bear drinks heather beer,
And
A tearful deer thinks the weather’s queer.
Therefore,
A weather query left an old dear teary.
Indeed.
BELL BIV DEVOE
I love you! Poison always reminds me of Turk.
The dog downstairs is going daft
at the washing machine noise. He probably hates me because he heard that on Tuesday night I said he was ‘one of those durex dogs’
hahahahahha
I'm addicted to you
Don’t you know that you’re toxic? Oh Britters
For the first time since I left home
I’m going to do my own washing. Yeah I know, I’m 21 years old and I’ve not lived with my parents for nearly 3 years… I have got to the stage where I think I need to learn how to put on the essentials. Our washing machine in the flat is called ‘The Moon’. It has like a mini computer on the front, I’m feart but I need knickers, every pair left in my drawer...
There is a beast of a dead spider on my floor now
I touched it by accident. I feel like I’m properly going to throw up, my skin is tingling and I can’t stop shivering. Yuck Yuck Yuck Yuck Yuck.
HAHAHA oops
I just read that properly Kelly, feel free to flash me in work. I won’t finish till at least 11.
It's so good to be home alone
babydontsweat:
cillablack:
reminds me of my teenage exam years, when both Mum and Dad were at work, and I’d be home alone for hours ‘studying’. Those were the years when I discovered all my favourite bands, my love for 60 minute makeover and my ability to bake with barely any ingredients.
Today a plan has fallen through, because neither Kelly or I have the ‘skillz’. I am going to put on...
Tried to listen to new music I've never heard...
And I’ve ended up with Britney Spears: Greatest Hits on spotify.
Fuck it, I am who I am, and if that is a 90s cheese lover, then that’s me.
Thinking about going to work
has put me in a complete rage of a mood all of a sudden. I have to find an apron, take off my pink nailpolish, wear my hair up, walk home alone late on a Friday night and put up with the scummy stirling public. Do you ever get that? Just an absolute rage for no reason at the thought of doing something you don’t want to do but have to? Maybe I’m spoilt.
It's so good to be home alone
reminds me of my teenage exam years, when both Mum and Dad were at work, and I’d be home alone for hours ‘studying’. Those were the years when I discovered all my favourite bands, my love for 60 minute makeover and my ability to bake with barely any ingredients.
Today a plan has fallen through, because neither Kelly or I have the ‘skillz’. I am going to put on...
KAY Z
Reply to my AIM bitch
Got it sort of.
I take it back. It’s gone. Painfully such haha
Just can't quite get it. Nearly though...
You are calm and reposed. Let your beauty unfold. Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones. Spring keeps you ever close. You are second hand smoke. You are so fragile and thin. Standing trial for your sins. Holding onto yourself the best you can. You are the smell before rain. You are the blood in my veins.
Officially alone in the flat for 8 days.
I’m going to start this party with a toast. In fact, 3 slices. With butter and jam.
My flatmate
Is going away to France for a week of snowboarding. Which means for a whole week, I can walk about naked, take 40 minute showers, sing in these showers, and not have to have a hand over my mouth during…
On the saddo side, It also means there will be less dishes, the place will be clean and I will have to check every room for scary men before I sleep every night :/
What am I doing with my life?
plasticteacups:
Seriously. I’ve been asking myself this so much lately.
I have no idea.
amen sister!
Sometimes I love how busy he is.
I like seeing him so happy and buzzing about. But when I have to schedule in a phone call just to say goodnight, I hate it.
http://cillablack.tumblr.com/ask
There must be loads of you online, let’s play.
Comedians are rarely single.
Take note men.
Family size bar of galaxy
and Live At The Apollo. All that I need now is a big sexy man to slip into my silky bed and wrap his arms around me, but not too tight, he’ll need one free……
…to feed me chocolate of course.
'I'd wear him like a scrunchie'
I love slutever…’s blog.
I have been home for hours
and I’ve only just taken my shoes off. Saddo sitting here on Tumblr with my mug of juice because ALL the 20 odd glasses we own are dirty. :/
Getting into a pointless tumblr argument with Pete...
liamdoris:
cillablack:
babydontsweat:
cillablack:
babydontsweat:
cillablack:
:(
This was London for me.
Girl I feel you
Nothing but a couple of bullies
HAHA YES!
I use bullying as a way to mask my insecurities.
I am not joking, I just cackled laughing hahahhaa
Getting into a pointless tumblr argument with Pete...
babydontsweat:
cillablack:
babydontsweat:
cillablack:
:(
This was London for me.
Girl I feel you
Nothing but a couple of bullies
HAHA YES!
Getting into a pointless tumblr argument with Pete...
babydontsweat:
cillablack:
:(
This was London for me.
Girl I feel you
Getting into a pointless tumblr argument with Pete...
:(
Baked potato, cheese, red onion and beans.
peteduthie:
cillablack:
peteduthie:
cillablack:
with loads of salt.
Alright, stroke.
I was more expecting some crude joke about salty things…. But I’ll go with the early grave over bland food.
Put some chilli powder in it or something!
I hate spicy stuff.
Baked potato, cheese, red onion and beans.
peteduthie:
cillablack:
with loads of salt.
Alright, stroke.
I was more expecting some crude joke about salty things…. But I’ll go with the early grave over bland food.
Perfectly Lonely
liamdoris:
cillablack:
(via liamdoris)
Alright emo kid?
John Mayer.
Let’s listen to him on Saturday and hold each other.
Perfectly Lonely
(via liamdoris)
Alright emo kid?
