The bruise is long gone, but it was beautiful, like watching a sunset with all the changing colours, despite it being on my arse (where the sun does actually shine from, funnily enough)

Leeds was great, I got asked out and chatted up left and right! Great confidence booster, despite it being patently obvious that northern lads are just easily impressed and totally shameless flirts.

The date was OK but panned out to nothing. I think it's going to be a while before I can trust people (men) enough so as not to come off cold and distant to them.

My shit of an ex made contact, again. The man is starting to really hack me off now. I wish I'd kept all the emails and messages, so I could go to the police, or the courts, and make him stay away. I just didn't want parts of him sitting around on my computer, in my life.
I think he just wanted me to look at his new myspace page. Typical him, mutton dressed as lamb, trying to flirt with all the young dumb kids on there. Sad pathetic old fucker.

I've managed to find a hair colour thats almost Jessica Rabbit red, but I suspect it'll wash and fade out to ginger, which is no biggy, but not as cool. I just gotta get a corset that moves my entire midrift up into a phenomenal cleavage now, and then I'm set.

Just got in from watching Sin City, which is great, All my favorites, violence, pretty girls and hopeless, fatal, romance.
*sigh* I'd love a man who'd blow his brains out to save my life.
I'd love a few men to just blow their brains out anyway, but that's just silly wishing.
Too many romantic fairytales read to me as a kid. One of my favorite poems my mom used to have to read to me again and again as a kid was The Highwayman.
It fitted my Adam Ant crush, and was one of her favorites too, and an excuse to hide in my room at night to hide from my dad.
Re-reading it now, it may actually explain a lot; tied to the foot of a bed... crikey...