And...

... I'm gone.

That really is all she wrote.

- Miss Bailey
Xx

Welcome...

... to my decent into madness...

lol DRAMA!

Well not really.

I've been waiting to much Gossip Girl and it's addled my brain. The bitchy unique characteristic they display makes me want to dish the dirt on some of the... Centrals Elite.
I wont.
But it makes me want to.

I am currently tipsy and sitting on the balcony of The Francis st place and wishing I was down below in the Northbridge streets. Tonight is messy.
There's a new girl on the scene around my life who I will dub Dallas. Not her real name, OBVIOUSLY.
Dallas is a slut.
She came around to our apartment unannounced to get ready for her night out, leaving her stuff strewn around our place making sure she could come back. Golly Gosh that bitch plays mind games. She's in and she's out and The Boyfriend is oblivious to her mear existence but she is a NUISANCE! Nobody knows who she is so don't try guess, and if you ask anyone around me they'll not know who she is either. Try guess, I dare you.
So due to her and he using us as a cloakroom we are bringing in a $5 per hour fee for those who wish to leave there bags with us while they clubbing.

Drunk people are funny.
I can hear yelling of a girl at her lying cheating boyfriend from here... at least, I assume he's Lying and Cheating.

Speaking of Boyfriends....
Ever get desire for anyone other than yours?
I do... and does that mean that I will cheat... or say something bad about my character?
Or does that just mean I'm female and have a sex drive?
Could I go as far to say that resisting temptation makes me a good person???


I sometimes feel like going to church... not for god or for community or even obligation to parents.... but for the confession... all my secret shames laid out and hung to dry like the dirty laundry we all know it is. I've done things I'm not proud of.... Never cheated on The Boyfriend, please don't miss-understand but... Bad things.


Things I don't dare confess even here.... not that this place is ANY sort of secure.


Miss Bailey's sleep and alcohol addled brain needs to shut down now...


That's all she wrote,
- Miss Bailey

Xx

Never again...

... will I travel down the rabbit hole.

No more drugs.
Ever.
I find it bad that The Boyfriend and I had our first fight over something so trivial. I don't actually care about drugs. I like them, don't get me wrong... I would only do them if they held something for me. If I'm not having a good time, I wont bother with things. But at the end of the day the thing that stuck in my mind was that he flat out said 'NO' that there was no argument and no debate...
I don't like to be controlled.
We are over it, kinda.
Things are back to normal for now but the moment a drug of ANY sort touches his lips, I won't be able to bite my tongue any longer.

bjdhkjahdhsdhd...
fuck it.


That's all she wrote,
-Miss Bailey.

Xx

Here comes the sun...

... dooby dooby.

GOOD NEWS!
The Boyfriend got the apartment AND not just the one story one, the TWO story one. This brings much excitement and anticipation. We have to pack... *mad scramble*.
This means no more dealing with lame ass siblings, no more hopping from house to house and intruding on the people we are staying with. I really like them, and there baby is adorable. I shall call them Mr. and Mrs. even though they aren't married.
Mrs. and I have been spending a lot of time together because we are both home during the day. I've been looking after Miss. Baby so that she can do house work without having to stop every 30 seconds because of Miss. Baby being fussy and clingy.
Mr. makes a pretty good dad too.

The Whorecake, aka, least favorite sibling has completely trashed my room at home AFTER I spent forever cleaning it and is denying that she did even though everyone knows she's lying because she's a stubborn little bitch. I here though the grape vine that she's dropped Drop-kick Boyfriend 0.1 for Drop-kick Boyfriend 0.2... lets hope the bitch doesn't get pregnant. I feel like offering her a free hysterectomy... some people just shouldn't have kids.

OH OH OH *panics* my god damn audition is in NINE days.... NINE!
O__O
Truthfully, the panic hasn't entirely set in yet and I am going to be in total shock from Monday through to Wednesday.... I vote someone buys me some drugs for Tuesday night as a 'Thank fuck that's over' party present. Here's hoping I get in JUST so I can get a new charm for my Tiffanies bracelet.

Who here's going to Soundwave!?!?!? *Raises hand*
My early Birthday present The Boyfriend gave me was a ticket to Soundwave for myself and him.... can't fucking wait!

Okay, I think I've bored you enough with my sugar rush. =P

That's all she wrote,
- Miss Bailey

Xx

Because there's nothing else to do...

... on days like these.


Sometimes I frustrate myself. I have stuff I really REALLY should be doing which I am putting off because I would much rather watch 'A Very Potter Musical' than learn my monologue right now. I would say it's because I want to relax but I actually feel really tense and horrible. I almost feel like crying.
What the fuck happened to my SPACE!
I don't fit in here anymore... my rooms been trashed by god knows who and my siblings fucking hate me. I can't deal with there noise and they can't deal with my silence.
Having siblings sucks, they constantly want to hum and sing and talk and interrupt what your watching and drive you mad.... eat your food, try on your clothes, sleep in your bed and go through your stuff...

Sometimes they act like you, crush on your friends or show off... sometimes I want to kill the damn things.

*sigh* RANT RANT RANT!!!


In other news... I might move blogs soon... so you can't find me.

That's all she wrote,
- Miss Bailey

Xx

Good Golly Miss Molly...

...I retract all previous statements toward you.

I don't hate you.

And you are NOT a Stalker.

You are Miss Molly.

Also though, due to you and Adrian I AM thinking of deleting this blog because it's not as fun when people I know can read it...

=/

It makes it less real.

Idk.

That's all she wrote,
- Miss Bailey

Xx

Because this is MY blog...

...and just a blog at that...

Dear Adrian.

Yes, you are a drama magnet and I don't think I have to defend that. I have experienced some of that drama first hand and not only is it hard on the people around you but sometimes it turns you into someone I don't recognise. Example? The Justin fiasco. I'm not saying this to be cruel or nasty but purely to be honest. I LIKE you. We are a lot alike. We have ridiculous amounts in common... but I just cannot be fucked dealing with not just you but the rest of your groups politics. I just got out of that mess, and I have enough problems of my own... and truth be told, it wouldn't be good for you to have me back in that capacity either. When I told you I was done being walked over, I meant it, and since then I've been trying to tell the truth from "Yes your bum looks big in that" to "Yes, you are wrong in this situation." Fuck sugar coatings. I now say what I mean.

So if this all goes so well and god damn it I've been making an effort... I wont have time for anyone If I get into WAAPA and the trivial problems of others aren't going to register on my radar. Call me shallow or bitchy or... whatever.

I mean to be really good friends... to bestest best buddies again, we'd have to deal with all of the crap that happened. I mean do you really think you snapped your fingers and hey presto, I had forgiven you for making my PREVIOUS best friend hate me?

No... never.

I'm not over that.

I don't know if I ever will be and I don't feel as if I could ever trust you in the same way again.

So I dunno, make of this what you will.

Feel free to never speak to me again if that's what makes you happy.

But I do enjoy talking to you.

And I note that I'm probably the most honest person you know right now.

Just saying.

That's all she wrote,

- Miss Bailey

Xx

P.S. How long have you been reading my blog?