... well, "quote" - if the ones I've been creepily stalking all night (to ensure this virgin pops her blog-cherry with style) are anything to go by. While my mama would probably prefer me to draw quotes from the libraries of Keats, Shakespeare and Wilde; my style instead lends itself more towards those of Young, Winehouse and Nicks.
Love them as I do, they all seem a bit angst-y, drug-addled and mellow-dramatic for this time of night, so instead I'm calling on one of my favourite movies of all time. Like a bedtime story for adults, even in my most inebriated stooper, I seem to be able to muster the dexterity to put this on, so I can drift off to the sleep (read: partial comatose state) to the dulcet tones of Mr Ron Burgundy.
"The following is based on actual events. Only the names, locations and events have been changed."
'Till next time x
P.S. I lied. I'm a semi-blog virgin (the "everything-but" blogger). I made out (and then some) with a blog one cold winter's night and then promptly lost interest. Ok, I didn't lose interest in blogging, more in my life/opinions/musings. Summer will be better. Oh you're in for a treat.
