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I am updating from a compter built of wood and powered by exhausted hamsters. I will be brief.
If mother had an internet connection of any calibre, I might consider living here. The internet is the only escape afforded me here, and it does not work. The time it took this page to load is really just appauling. I grew two new grey hairs.
So. I met the family. There were 12 of us. It was interesting. I have cousins I did not know;. I talked to one called Becky, who also has blue eyes (as rare in my family as sanity) and is well lovely. It was fun. I drank 3 large glasses of wine and it was fun. Kind of. Im so out about everything. Everything. I wonder if my nice conserative family is quite ready to have a lefty-lesbo in their midsts.
I am not sure how I feel about it all/
And this OPC is too chit for me to upload my new icons, which I was up all last night making. I have not slept for about three nights or so. I doze.
I am also in the *I shalt no eat* phase, bordering on *I shalt vomit* area. I wonder why. I know why.
I have a new scar, it will be large. My biggest I think.
I am a strange creature, fed up of being told how amazing I am, hoe incredible it is that I am here at all. I learnt family secrets this evening. I told my own. I am not ashamed.
Kate Moss pole dances, of a sort, in the new white stripes video. It is interesting.
I think I could do better.
I am losing weight again - a little more and then fuck it, I'll do what ever I want.
What one would do for love, but I was told love is not enough. My arm hurts - it is still weeping. My f;esh can weep even if my eyes cannot.
And I am not in any sort of *bad* mood. I have seen my family. Family. I have not met these people ever before, I did not know their names, who they were, anything. They had heard of me. they had been kept neive beacuse of me, closeted. secure, away from life. I am the reason why - IT got too close.
I felt strange, inbetween. Too old anf too young.
They know about me. The black sheep of the black sheep. The joke. The riddle. The best fucking dressed there. Suck my pink suede pointed stiletto boots fuckers!
By god I could do with someone I could *be* with. i don't want to talk about this. I just want to curl up with someone.
Someone who is not a bottle of wine.
Oh well.
family is how it is.
I wish you all a merry weekend.
If mother had an internet connection of any calibre, I might consider living here. The internet is the only escape afforded me here, and it does not work. The time it took this page to load is really just appauling. I grew two new grey hairs.
So. I met the family. There were 12 of us. It was interesting. I have cousins I did not know;. I talked to one called Becky, who also has blue eyes (as rare in my family as sanity) and is well lovely. It was fun. I drank 3 large glasses of wine and it was fun. Kind of. Im so out about everything. Everything. I wonder if my nice conserative family is quite ready to have a lefty-lesbo in their midsts.
I am not sure how I feel about it all/
And this OPC is too chit for me to upload my new icons, which I was up all last night making. I have not slept for about three nights or so. I doze.
I am also in the *I shalt no eat* phase, bordering on *I shalt vomit* area. I wonder why. I know why.
I have a new scar, it will be large. My biggest I think.
I am a strange creature, fed up of being told how amazing I am, hoe incredible it is that I am here at all. I learnt family secrets this evening. I told my own. I am not ashamed.
Kate Moss pole dances, of a sort, in the new white stripes video. It is interesting.
I think I could do better.
I am losing weight again - a little more and then fuck it, I'll do what ever I want.
What one would do for love, but I was told love is not enough. My arm hurts - it is still weeping. My f;esh can weep even if my eyes cannot.
And I am not in any sort of *bad* mood. I have seen my family. Family. I have not met these people ever before, I did not know their names, who they were, anything. They had heard of me. they had been kept neive beacuse of me, closeted. secure, away from life. I am the reason why - IT got too close.
I felt strange, inbetween. Too old anf too young.
They know about me. The black sheep of the black sheep. The joke. The riddle. The best fucking dressed there. Suck my pink suede pointed stiletto boots fuckers!
By god I could do with someone I could *be* with. i don't want to talk about this. I just want to curl up with someone.
Someone who is not a bottle of wine.
Oh well.
family is how it is.
I wish you all a merry weekend.
