'Daddy's song' by The Monkees.

From the movie 'Head', this song is a Davy lead vocal, and one i really like. I actually think this song is perfect for Davy, and wouldn't work if another member of the group sang it.

"Year's ago i knew a man/ he was my mother's biggest fan" are the opening lyric's to this song, and, as the title does suggest, it's about a man, who is reflecting on the fact his father left him when he was younger.

I, personally, think that the 'Head' soundtrack is one of the best ever. What with this song, the excellent 'porpoise song', the brilliant 'circle sky' and the very under -rated 'do i have to do this all over again (long title) on it, you have some classic's there already.

I'm still obsessed by The Monkees. I alway's will be obsessed by them. I love quirky thing's, and the boy's are very quirky. I'm a 'Monkee's' fan for life.

I started my novel yesterday....

I've decided that the only way i can take living in my nuthouse anymore is if i turn a negative into a positive.

I've decided my positive is gonna be writing about all of the bizzare, scary and funny thing's that have happened while living there.

My novel is gonna be about a 20 something woman, who goes to a b&b hostel to live for a while when her rough council estate get's bulldozed. While at this hostel, she encounter's some weird and wonderful people (mostly weird) and it's a diary account of stories that have happened to her while she's living there.

It's inspired by real stories i've blogged about, i've just changed some detail's here and there to make it 'fictional', and so nobody realizes it's actually me who wrote it if i do manage to get it published.

The next chapter i am writing is going to be called "The man who wanted to marry a cat".

Whether it get's published or not, it's gonna be something i can look back on and say i survived. Somehow.

I want out of my house.

I really can't take living there anymore.

The event's of last night (watching someone get beaten to within an inch of their life in front of me) have shaken me.

I feel betrayed by the people i thought i could trust and other's have shown that they are just the scum that some people thought they were all along.

The manager's are seriously dodgy people you don't wanna mess with.

I've had enough. I just wanna leave that hellhole behind me, and have some kinda normality back.

It's not every birthday that your mum almost get's kidnapped.

Yesterday evening's event's were as follow's.

I went to have a bath before the celebration /party thing at my house. As i was in bath, my surrogate dad -turned- alcoholic was standing outside, knocking on the door, waiting for me to come out.

That kinda made me feel uncomfortable.

Why did he want me?. So he and i could go for a drink together. Alone. Lucky me (not).

Anyway, someone distracted him, and i managed to get to my room, dressed and make it downstairs, only to find that surrogate dad -turned -alcoholic is forcing my mum to go to the pub with him.

And when i say force, i mean force.

Some people told him to stop, he went to the pub alone, and i had a drink and some cake downstair's and then sat in my room, with my mum, watching CSI:NY episodes.

A memorable birthday i had yesterday.

My birthday...

Is today. Happy birthday to me.

Seriously, you know how i 'broke up' with my boyfriend?. Well, we're back together. I love him and can't imagine sharing my life with anyone else.

And, he got me wonderful birthday gift's that really tell me he know's me inside out: My favourite perfume, for example.

I'm 32 year's old today. And today is the time i start living my life. With my wonderful boyfriend in it.

Surrogate dad has been ok tonight...

Only because his surrogate son had word's with him and told him what an idiot he's been. Still people are been a bit wary of him.

Today has been bizzare, as usual.

The front door won't lock, so anyone could walk in and steal anything. And are management bothered?. No. But the 'big boss' was gonna call a room search over a missing sock.

Me and my 'clique' were randomly singing christmas song's. As you do.

The new couple think they are expecting another baby, but the bloke is claiming the baby to be isn't his.

A guy on the top floor was looking for his dog. He doesn't have one.

When i write this book of mine, i'm gonna have to tone down a lot of this. Nobody will ever believe this is real.

The sane housemate has gone crazy.

That's the guy who is like my dad. Well, for the last few day's, he's been drinking and turned into, pardon the french, a dickhead.

He's getting drunk on cheap cider and pratically living in the pub, and when he is here, he's asking people VERY personal question's and getting into everyone's business.

Like, he asked a member of our 'clique' what colour hair his ex wife had. That's THE only question he asked about her.

WTF does it have to do with him?.

And, just because i asked his advice 6 week's ago about something, doesn't mean i want it now.

Yes, my boyfriend does love me even though i'm here alone. I don't need you and that smackhead you've developed a crush on interfering in my life, spreading stupid rumour's around the house and pissing people off.

That's what i hate about living here. I'm not sure who i can trust anymore. I know for certain there's about 5 people i do trust without any doubt.

I hate living here.