Last night, I heard the news that one of the greatest drummers ever to grace the earth has passed away. Jimmy 'The Rev' Sullivan, too many wonderful people are being taken away too soon. I send my love to his family, his friends and his bandmates. It seems this year is some kind of curse for celebrities. I can't wait to see the back of 2009, it's been awful. First I lost my grandfather, then my beloved Michael. Then Steven Gately from Boyzone passed away too young, as did Patrick Swayze and now The Rev. Let's hope that 2010 is a better year all round. Speaking of the new year, I think it's high time I made some resolutions.
First, I want to cut down smoking, if not quit for good. Second, in 2010, I plan to focus a lot more on writing, and finish this damned fanfic off. Third, stop drinking and doing silly things whist drunk. Fourth, decorate my bedroom, and finally, take extra good care of my new laptop (when I eventually get my grubby little hands on it).
Moving on, how effin' juicy is the Christian/Syed/Amira love triangle getting in Eastenders, please? I'd like to see Syed dump Amira, then run away with Christian. Cliche much? Oh well, I think they make a fantastic couple. Amira's a self-centred cow, but it's a bit hard not to like her. Either way, I prefer Chryed completely. And I reckon Phil bumped Archie off too. God, I'm such a bore, rambling on about a soap. I'll end this here.
Quick Question: What is the true definition of a 'slag'? Is it someone who wears skirts and foundation and sleeps with dozens of people? I wear skirts and foundation, yet I'm a virgin. So I'm half of a slag? Hmm?
Peace Out,
Bethany Louise.
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