Yo DAWG!

Rusty's owners have gone away on a cruise for two weeks.

Let me repeat: two weeks!

I totally have my own dog! And he's hyper ALL THE TIME

...except when he crashes at the end of the day.

Bless him!

Camden Market

I like it when I can go to a new place and meet an exciting lady with exciting cupcakes

persuade Ed to stop being so serious

get eaten by a giant horse

and change my hair colour!

Camden market gets my vote for BEING AWESOME. I was going to draw it a badge, but then I didn't because it seemed like a lot of effort. Maybe next time?

More iSketch

If you're not aware, iSketch is a nifty little game which is basically like online pictionary. Of late, I've become rather addicted. This wonderful drawing by Ben is one of my favourites to date:

You guessed it: catfish. Or a sexy beast. Either one gets my vote!

Picnics and sunshine and dogs, oh my!

I have a friend. GO ME!

Anyway, I mean, as I was saying: I have a friend who's visiting at the moment who is rather spectacular. He's called Ben.

I've another friend (Yes, TWO!) who's called Alex. He's superduper.

Because I'm exceedingly lucky, I also have access to a wonderful dog called Rusty who occasionally exercises me instead of his real life owners.

We started off our day by walking Rusty in Waterlow Park, where he and Ben became very good friends.

As a somewhat spur of the moment decision, we decided to head off and have a picnic on the heath today to make use of the wonderful sunshine before it ran away again.

It was SPLENDIFEROUS (which I'd like to remind you is a real word), and I'm pleased to report that a rather fabulous time was had by all.

And we even managed to tire Rusty out!

More trains

I absolutely adore travelling in any way, shape or form, though I spend most of my time these days travelling by train or tube. I love the different people you get to watch, and the shiny views outside as you whiz through the countryside. I love the little places in the middle of nowhere that you sometimes stop at which will never be more than a name and a two-platform station to you.

I love that when you look out of the window, you don't only see what's out of the window. You also get to see what's reflected there from the inside, whether it's just you, or you and the people behind you and what's out of their windows too. One of my favourite points is zipping past other trains. If you're lucky and you catch a shiny one, you get to see the inside of your train and the views through the window behind you in your window's reflection, the outside of your train in the reflection of the other, inside the other train, and also outside through the other train's windows. I was going to take a photo, but I missed. Then I was going to draw a picture, but it broke my head. It's like this, but better, and with more.

Despite not being a real Brit, I still occasionally moan about the summers in the UK as if I were one. They always seem to swing wildly between not-very-summery-at-all and ridiculous I-think-I-might-melt-now weather. If you ever hear me moaning like this, stop me. Because this time of year means we get to see lovely scenes like this...

...even if the yellow rape makes me snigger.

Things not to do on a train

1. Look suspicious whilst carrying overly large bags (esp if bag emits ticking noise)

2. Put your feet on the seats. They get all moany.

3. Decide that it's much colder up north and so you should change from your shorts into your jeans. Then decide that going to a bathroom would be way too much effort so you should probably just change them right then and there because you're in an empty carriage, forgetting that Mr. Ticket Man has not yet been around, and so will undoubtably appear at just the wrong moment. However, this does mean that he might get in such a fluster that he then forgets to ask for your ticket. But I'd already bought mine. So I lost.

4. Write down a list of 'things not to do on a train' including embarrassing story after the train has filled up and there's a very nosey lady reading everything you write down. (Yes, lady, I mean YOU!)

5. Write to the person sitting beside you and accuse them of reading everything you're writing. It stifles all polite coversation when they start sulking. Who knew?!

iSketch

Is it wrong to get my happy from laughing at other people struggling to spell words which they maybe might have heard of once or twice in a different language?

Screw it. I'm doing it anyway. Warrus? Walwurs? Wharus?

Tomorrow

I plan to start my day like this:

Bad day

Today, in short, was crap. I dredged myself out of self pity and mentalness enough to try and start tidying. Tidy place = tidy brain, and then things start ticking over. Whilst flatpacking some boxes, I couldn't help but notice that the cardboard packaging from a crate of wine looked rather a lot like a warrior's skirt. Never one to pass up an opportunity, I set to work with my masking tape to create the most beautiful outfit in the entire history of history, probably.

Look out for it in Vogue and on catwalks near you! Remember, you saw it here first.

Please ignore my apparent lack of other clothing. I started dipping shortly after showering this morning, and choosing clothes was a whole different challenge altogether.

Actually, screw it. What am I saying? Cardboard armour IS clothing.

Xena, eat your heart out.

Just so you know...

Anything that is unrelated to elephants is irrelephant.

This made me giggle so much that I snorted. Hot.

Saturday happies

It's not often my Saturdays are so very full of exciting things. Today I got to...

Go to the ballet (Chroma/Tryst/Symphony in C):

See colourful things around Covent Garden:

Laugh at juvenile jokes:

Eat a sparkly oreo cupcake:

And enjoy the evening warmth with friends in bad light:

ALSO

Oh my!

Cats, cats, cats!

I love it when I go on a walk and find a cat to smother in hugs. Today I was lucky enough to find THREE. Lucky lucky Su.

Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Sunny days

...and my fat stubby toes on Hampstead Heath make me happy.

Sloths

Because even if you've spent a lot of time in bed, you'll never be one of these guys.

Meet the sloths from Amphibian Avenger on Vimeo.

Today

This is what I want to feel like, all the time:

Unfortunately I have a broken head that makes me feel like this:

This is why I'm putting happiness here, in one fantastic fantasy site, where unicorns are real and it doesn't matter if antidepressants or therapy even work, because there's no sadness anyway. So there. Screw you, sadness.