Stuff I like (From Watford Observer)

Stuff I like

3:54pm Friday 26th February 2010

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1. Dorset Cereals muesli (pref. fruit, nuts and seeds). If I was to show you how grotesquely large my bowl of muesli is in the morning you would probably look at me in disgust, delete me from facebook, and spend the rest of your days attempting to eradicate any connection with me whatsoever.

2. Watching Never Mind the Buzzcocks on youtube, roaring with the hilarity of it all, while simultaneously fantasising about my place in the ‘cool-stakes’ if Simon Amstell were not gay and I were somehow his girlfriend.

3. My bed. It could only be improved by the presence of an R-Pattz look-alike. (Of course would not kick the real one out either).

4. My car. Sometimes I sit in it for no reason. Yes, I am that person. Considering setting up house in it.

5. When people tell me my hair is looking longer. I usually stutter when I am given a compliment, but that one is well worth it. (Oh, and you will automatically be shifted up 5 places on my top [insert number of friends] people list). Just kidding…

Only two places.

6. One time we went on holiday to Wales and they had an amazing smelling utility room and I would just go and sit in it and breath in its musk. I thoroughly enjoyed that.

7. Diana Vickers. I hold an unnaturally large and undying love for her.

8. Ordering things off of t’internet with my card and feel all big and grown-up inside

9. When said items are delivered by friendly postman (although not a fan of those machines you have to sign that make your hand writing look like a disabled 5 year olds with no arms).

10. TELEVISION. Watching it, tweeting about it, eating muesli (see no.1) in front of it. I’m obsessed, but am in no way ashamed. Yes I could name every contestant ever to have entered the X Factor (slight hyperbole, I am not a loser), yes I quote ‘Friends’ in my sleep, and sometimes I may be under the illusion that Jack Bauer is a real man that I will one day marry, but this is not something to mock me for. One day, there will be an occupation where these qualities are wholly necessary and I will be offered a 6 figure salary for my expertise. Then who’ll be laughing?