Here at diva no more mega diva it’s me if there’s one thing that really gets on my pip it’s the disastrous combination of skinny jeans, socks winter boots and my twinkle toes. The jeans ruffle up, then the socks twist in the boots, then I can’t walk in the boots and thats when I get maaaadddd. I may just have a damn good cry about how bad things are going for me and how I will never be happy again! not on any day of the week, and I will name each day as I holler out my anger. I won’t be happy on Monday! I won’t be happy on Tuesday! I won’t be happy on Wednesday! And so it continues. I may decide to cut back on the verbal emotion and just go straight for physical, it often has a greater impact,, for example I may take the boots off and throw them down the hall, so great is my anger at this point I don’t really care if someone is in the path of said boots. I’ll just lob them anyway. I will be awesome in a wellie throwing contest but I think that only happens in the south. Something posh people do for fun. Well I’m not posh and my behaviour reached its peak when I threw the boot in so I’m back on a sticker reward chart earning points towards a yellow yoshi!!!!