5am

Every morning, like fucking clockwork, at 4am, my cat Frank, wakes up.
Bright eyed and bushy tailed. AWAKE!
He goes to the toilet, stinks out the place and then attacks my feet until I get up.
I am going insane.
Hence this blog. Maybe it will give me something to do between scooping Franks poop and waiting for the morning kids cartoons to come on (bless you ABC2).

I don't really like "blogs"... I mean, I enjoy reading ones written by other people but actually writing one myself... don't care too much for it. But i'm going to give it a shot.
I had a livejournal once. Actually, I had two accounts. HAHAHA. What a total pile of balls that was! Sometimes I go back and read my old posts.....soo. bad.

I don't have high hopes for this blog either.....
But we'll just see what happens, eh?

I was once a journal fiend! I have boxes (shoe boxes), full of books with journal entries, little scribbles, show tickets, bits of material from favourite dresses from my childhood, I love that stuff. I havent written in a while, maybe this is my chance... maybe I will spill my gutz..... maybe i'll just whinge about my cat waking me up at 4am, my boyfriend not taking enough showers and how everyone needs to get off poor Lindsays back.

We'll see.

Rose.
xoxo