I'm bringing sexyback!

Yes! Yes Lydia darl! You scared me on this lovely Friday morning! Ha ha! Nice try there though. You called me up just in time for my peeing session. Ah!

And that sickening 77th Street website is nothing but crap.

I'm feeling so lazy, so irritatingly lazy to do anything. Wasn't I glad that at least we manage to touch on our ICP project? You bet. Get Rea! people!

And yes! This is to those pain-in-MY-arse, horrible and out-of-your-mind guys out there! Listen up! Nigga, and I say nigga is cool! Get this into that tiny brain of yours! You don't know nigga and don't hate my hair 'coz you ain't me! *bloodshot eyes

Breathe in.

But you aren't that bad compared to Mr Label. Shrugs to you. Wake up and well, smell the roses.

Breathe out.

And YES! I washed my hair! Woosh! The feeling was ooh la la! And I had no idea how I did it but I did it! Am I a genius? Oh yes!

Hip hop was oh-yeah-oh-yeah! The instructor is ooh-la-la SO cool! Plus points for his afro-do.

*Nodding in Sha's direction. Yes to Sha. RESPECT.

And I breathe in.

Erm, what if the kids all cry once they see my hair? I can practically picture it now. Kids screaming away, running to their mummies and daddies, "Ah! Medusa mumuy! Medusa there!" and pointing in my direction.

Kids, this is cool. Jie jie is no Medusa.

*Smacks my forehead

Lydia Lydia! Join the singing competition babe! We will be your music! Tom-chak!

Wennie dearest, are you still sick? Take care my dear. And I can't wait for you to see and TOUCH my hair. Heh heh!

Cherriann dearie, what happened to Mr Depression? Kill his arse! Need me I'll be there. Tell me my dear.

.....and I have yet to meet up with my girls.

How bout an evening at Cherriann's house? This week? Next?

.....and my scalp itches!