I would do anything...

I wouldn't. I lie.

So. Weta party on Saturday. Quite looking forward to it. I have to dress like a Tintin character - or something along that vein of thought - have you ever noticed how few females there are in tintin? There's like...two.

Anyway. I don't know how much longer I'll keep things up with Mr Weta, mostly because...I get the distinct feeling that while I'm babin' hot and he's pretty infatuated, he seems to want to change me. Try and make me partake in...healthier activities. Frowning gently on my binge drinking, my desire to inhale carcinogens, the fact that I exercise so that I can eat what I want, rather than trying to improve my body and achieve physical perfection.

I'm not perfect. I don't want to be perfect. I'm quite content being me, just the way I am. Sure, avoiding rash attacks would be awesome, and I plan on tinkering with my diet a little to see if that changes things. Perhaps(oh my gosh), I might even go to a dermatologist(finally) and get an allergy test done so that I know conclusively what I'm allergic to. Isn't that a novel concept! But here's the thing - if I change, it's not because someones asked me to. It's because I want to. I'm especially not changing if it's because you've decided that you know what's best for me. I'll take on your feedback, and I'll mull it over, but fuck, I'm not going to just change everything about myself just so that you get what you want. It doesn't work like that.

He's kind of obsessed with perfection. He says it's part of doing Visual Effects. And this is probably true. He also points to the "LA Lifestyle", and their need for consumer bullshit perfection. I'm not like that though, I never have been, and I kind of hope I never will be because it's SO much easier being happy with who you are than trying to change it so that no one will spot your flaws. Because I have them, I'm not going to point them out cos then you'll all notice them, but I definitely have them.

Moral of the story is: Don't try and change me. Because it won't work out well. ESPECIALLY if you've just met me. Shiiit. I'll change when I want to change. I may even change for you, but not if you ask.

I'm so fucking hungry. I need to eat something. I gots cereal. And a banana. I want coffee also. I NEED COFFEE.

I wanted to have a bath last night, but people were drinking in the hoose until I had to go to bed. It made me slightly sad. I was looking forward to it. SO MUCH. I was gonna blend some oats and have a texturally delightful bath(it's good for ma skins too).

Okay. I'm going to go eat things and stuff. Cos I must. Or I may die. And I'm not ready for death. Not yet.

DID I MENTION I HAVE 2X TICKETS TO EDDIE IZZARD IN NOVEMBER? I'M SUPER EXCITEMENT!

OH! OH MY CRAPS! He also, is anti me getting more tattoos. I mean, really? No. It's my body, I'll do whatever the fuck I like with it. Don't even try to be telling me how I can or cannot be modifying my body. Yeah. The more I think about it, the more he won't be staying.

DON'T TRY TO HOLD ME BACK, IT'LL ONLY MAKE IT WORSE