You'll probably think this one is about you....

I want to write so much but everything that comes out is filled with so much hate and disgust that it freaks me out and I don't want anyone else to witness it.

I am content and settled, i'm not going to bite.



It's ok, i'm ok, it's 4:42am and Frankie and I are listening to Frank Zappa. Probably my two most favourite Franks. Well, Frank Abagnale, Jr is pretty cool too. Oh and of course, old blue eyes.
But my cat Frank and Zappa, just putting it out there - best two Franks to have ever existed.

GAH! I can't write anything..... words are swimming around in my head and I need to stop before I spit them out & they make a mess everywhere!

Before I go, fingers crossed that this is the week, being the third week and as they say, 'third time lucky', that the stupid old cunt that owns my building will send someone over to fix my shower, so I can actually live in my fucking house. I don't want yr excuses old man...maybe if you cut my rent until the problem is fixed then maybe I would listen to the receptionist and smile politely when she feeds me more bullshit. But the rent is not cut and I just want to use my fucking shower!
SHIT!

Going away for the weekend. I am going to sleep in the sun, drink sparkling wine with orange juice and order room service.
Everything is going to be fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.

Love you all.
Rose.
xoxo