I know I can be a good good girl
but I've been bad before.
Sometimes i know the lyrics to songs i have never heard. That's because the alarm goes off at 5.30am playing the radio. Sometimes i get up, and other times go back to sleep. It must be osmosis, a bit like when you listened to French on your Walkman the night before your GCSE.
Anyway this post is not about Alexis Jordan, but about colourways. Or more likely about the wretched Amnesia roses. My inbox has been filled with florists getting all cross with me, about my comments. Which i wrote about ages ago, do keep up ladies.
The content of these emails is: Don't keep slating amnesia roses. Who the hell do you think you are?
So instead a new colourway for you all to get your knickers in a twist over.
Blue and peach and yellow.
Amnesia is dead to me.
Also to the man who rang to place an order, and then rang back to say "you could make some money out of that sexy voice of yours"
you might mistake me for a heartbreaker, because there's blood on the floor, but i know i can be a good good girl.
Posted by Miss Pickering at 11:07 AM