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| Wickerman |
| 04.28.06 (3:10 am) [edit] |
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Okay guys, I need to know within the next couple of weeks who's coming and who isn't, for purposes of tent buying.
I can easily get a 4-berth tent for around £50, if any more people than that are wanting sleeping space then I'm going to have to ask for contributions towards the cost, please.
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| Well now... |
| 04.24.06 (7:58 am) [edit] |
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It looks like I'm going back to college in September.
All because I said Yes.
Score!
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| Grargh |
| 04.20.06 (12:30 pm) [edit] |
I just tried reeeeeaaaaaally hard to tidy my room. But ended up rearranging my entire body jewellery collection and eating chocolate buttons.
Had a wonderful long weekend off, met some exciting new people and shadily groped a lot of familiar ones. This weekend I was meant to be working but my employers are the most disorganised people in the universe so now I'm off again til Tuesday.
If anyone has texted me lately, I used up the very last few pennies today so I will not be in touch very well.
Oh. I found a surplus of money on my credit card. I was £12ish up. So I've bought me some treats.. new plug, septum spike, a shiny new black glass plug for my lip, and a clear one only smaller for my conch. Tasty tasty.
Also got one or two other little bits and bobs in the pipeline, but I cannot say what they are here for fear of who may be reading.
Love you all xxx
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| Eep |
| 04.08.06 (1:22 pm) [edit] |
I just bought a weekend ticket to this completely on a whim.
Come?
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| Calling Team Mintcake! |
| 04.05.06 (10:36 am) [edit] |
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A friend of mine (and of Rosie's) has just moved to Kendal.. she doesn't know anyone, so if any of you lot fancy showing her around and whatnot please let me know.
She's absolutely lovely and a bit dotty.. you'll like her.
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| In other other news... |
| 04.03.06 (11:34 am) [edit] |
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I have decided that I absolutely cannot stand to miss GGF. There will be other family get-togethers, I'm sure. And one can take it as read that they will all be fairly similar, even if they are held at different venues. Besides, I already have the weekend booked off.. I already have my Megabus ticket (which I paid a whole £2.50 for - score!), I already have a spot booked in the Karma hotel (i.e. a Memma-shaped patch on Angie's floor), and dammit.. if I don't spend a little time away from this madhouse soon I'll go pop. Ahhhh... that's a weight off my mind. The only thing that could possibly make it better is if I could actually get in touch with Seal and see if he's free that weekend. I've not seen him since late 2002 aaaaaand he is Nottingham-based these days.. obviously it has to be done. Obviously. Right. The person I wanted to talk to has STILL not re-emerged (after two hours 45 misn) so I'm going to go and get on with some glove-making.
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| Why I hate the internet |
| 04.03.06 (8:55 am) [edit] |
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People make assumptions. People make assumptions about those assumptions. It grows.. snowballs, if you will, even though the word 'snowball' will always make me giggle like a rude little boy. Everyone builds their own little myths based on the slightly ambiguous comment made by everyone else. It gets to the stage where there is no longer any truth. My deliberately open-ended blogs take on a whole new life.. and it's one that I have no control over. What's the point? I do it so that I can let out some of what I'm feeling, without giving the game away entirely. In future I shall make it all a little clearer. In other news, it's nearly the end of my day off and I'm at the point of tears at the thought of going back to that horrid place. Was meant to see the doctor today for a number of things.. mum said she would make me an appointment but she hasn't.
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| Input required. Please comply. |
| 03.31.06 (1:17 pm) [edit] |
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Was going to have some of my extended family over next Saturday. I was really looking forward to it. Mum told me about three minutes ago that they've had to rearrange it for the weekend at GGF. Now.. I'm left with a horrible decision. Do I come to (possibly) the biggest and funnest join meet of the year? Or do I stay at home and see all my relatives that mean the whole entire world to me? I could cry. Cross posted all over the effing place because I really do need some input please.
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| Further despair |
| 03.24.06 (11:10 am) [edit] |
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If someone could talk to me right now.. someone.. anyone.. please. I think I would like that a lot.
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| Additional... |
| 03.23.06 (5:52 am) [edit] |
I have cow print chocolate.
You probably don't.
(naked? me? never.)
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| Must be I've been smoking too long |
| 03.23.06 (4:29 am) [edit] |
Last night I realised just how alike my father and I are.
He made up rather a good song about thrush (rather than 'thrust' as I first typed) and sung it at the top of his lungs. It made me laugh.
Following this, he told me a story from 'back in the day' when he was in the police force. He and a workmate we out patrolling at stupid o' clock in the morning, when they came across a dead cat. Rather than call the council to come and take it away (he says they'd have just thrown it on the rubbish heap anyway) they decided to give it a proper send-off.
The deceased cat got a full Viking ceremony. For the sake of those who are still in the dark - They took it to the water's edge, placed it on something that would float, and set it on fire before pushing it out to sea. They watched it burn and float off whilst making trumpet noises.
It is what the cat would have wanted, I'm sure. Dad thinks it's probably up in Valhalla now, drinking mead alongside Thor and Odin.
It occurs to me that I never really blog anything of any special interest.. no.. instead I tend to pick up on the most insignificant events and conversations and write about them as though they are great, grand affairs...
This (alongside various things that have been said lately) leads me to wonder.. why do I do this anyway?
I tell myself a multitude of things. It's a simple way to keep in touch with those that I am separated from. It's nice to look back over the years and see how things change. It's the one place where I can be truly self-indulgent and waffle on about this and that purely for my own amusement without having to worry what anyone else thinks. It's a safe way to let off steam. Self expression. Having my say.
I am forced to reconsider all this.. am I wasting my time? Blogging has got me into quite a bit of trouble over the years. And it continues to do so. But.. I'm so very attached to it.
I feel this requires further thought before I jump to any conclusions.
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| Day One |
| 03.22.06 (12:26 am) [edit] |
I'm looking forward to this about as much as one looks forward to a root canal.
Ahh well.. needs must.
Also.. prooouuuuud!
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| Delete, delete, delete |
| 03.21.06 (3:20 am) [edit] |
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Normal service will resume shortly. Thank you for your patience.
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| This mkake me choke on my apple juice |
| 03.17.06 (7:45 am) [edit] |
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Clicky
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| First day at work... |
| 03.16.06 (8:18 am) [edit] |
...also starting today was the most beautiful thing on legs.
Tall and sleek and graceful, he was.. long, straight, silky hair.. perfect white teeth and killer cheekbones.
"I'm glad I'm not the only alternative person here" he said. Outwardly, I curled my lips into a vague half-smile and chuckled a little.
Inside, I was melting.
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| There comes a time in every girl's life when she has to say... |
| 03.13.06 (4:00 am) [edit] |
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Dammit, I'll just have to settle for porn.
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| Also... |
| 03.12.06 (12:14 pm) [edit] |
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I have just gone through aaaallllll of my hits since tBlog started monitering them. The log includes hits from search engines, and what people have searched for in order to get to my page. Some of them make no sense... Here is the complete list:
most depressing song of all time
a pirates life for me
pirate cake
mirtazapine orodispersable
people can hear my thoughts
hoylake employment
funny yogi bear ringtone - he's a lonely bear
how much are specticles
credit card machine
lyrics to love will tear us apart
sticky witch
bowie as the world falls down
you spin me round like a record
anorexia sexy
smoking cannabis and taking mirtazapine
julie andrews my favourite things
septum stretching
topless miss
freudian slip
national express
pirate poppers
songs to wake up to
how to make a hedgehog costume
bevvy boys
orodispersable monkey
beautiful freak tattoo
playpiercing
it's only rock n' roll
emocookie picture
insect amber plugs
liek wtf
hallelujah buckley
cigarettes tom waits leonard cohen
ferretting
pirate hygeine
mighty boosh
nick drake
memmor of movement
what you gunna go with that big arse in those pants and those breasts in that chest
mediteranian fever
ukgirlschat
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| Mooncup Love (an essay of gargantuan proportions) |
| 03.12.06 (7:02 am) [edit] |
Okay, let me preface this by saying that anyone who does not wish to hear about periods and sanitary products should stop reading now.
A FIRST-TIMER'S REVIEW OF THE MOONCUP
I have recently come off the pill. Having been on some form of hormonal birth control or other since late 2001 I figured it was about time I gave my body a rest. The upshot of being on the depo jab (and more recently the mini pill) is that after a few months of coming and going, my periods stopped completely. Now that I'm off them, the inevitable two-years-worth of bleeding that I've been saving up has to come out.
I grumbled about this on a different blog. It's not so much the bleeding that bothers me, but the having to buy tampons, towels, pantyliners, sanitary disposal bags, and everything else that one must splash out on when one's Aunt Flo comes to visit. Lo and behold, a few days later I received in the post a rather scary looking device called a Mooncup.
"The Mooncup", the website reads, "is a reusable menstrual cup around two inches long and made from soft silicone rubber. It is worn internally like a tampon but collects menstrual fluid rather than absorbing." Cue me feeling ever so slightly nauseated. This frighteningly large and clinical-looking creature does what? I read on... "Unlike tampons the Mooncup is not a disposable product, so you only need to buy one." Aha! I see.. so I put it up there over and over, and it catches all the blood and mucous and stringy bits (gotta love those stringy bits) for my later examination and subsequent disposal.
Somehow, this just didn't do it for me.
Despite my initial disgust, I was intrigued. I found myself overcome by a sort of morbid fascination. Obviously this product is highly successful.. after all, if you only ever need to buy one, how to they make enough money to keep going? There has to be a flip side...
And so I read, I researched, I asked around.. and everywhere I looked made the benefits of Mooncuppery (I just made that word up) became more and more apparent.
For starters, it's made of soft, squishy silicone. Having worn jewellery made from the same stuff in my ear, I knew how comfortable it felt. This also meant it was non-absorbant, thus giving it one up over tampons (which, as good as they are, absorb everything in sight leaving one very dry and vulnerable to things like thrush). Hmmmm.. I still wasn't convinced. Being massively anal about keeping clean, I still wasn't too keen on the idea of messing around with my own menstrual blood.
Then I had a brainwave.. Livejournal has a community for absolutely everything. I was already aware of such communities as Vagina Pagina and The Menstrual Hut... perhaps one of these could give me some info?
I found something better than that. I found a whole community dedicated to menstrual cups, run by the people that love them. It seems that the Mooncup is very easy to keep clean, and if anything, people seemed to gain something positive from getting so intimately in touch with their menstrual cycles.
After half a day of reading, I finally felt like perhaps I could use my Mooncup without fear. All I had to do now was wait for a bleed...
I didn't have to wait long. Seemingly my body was very glad not to be pumped full of extra hormones on a regular basis. A few nights ago before going to bed, I experienced what my lovely wives describe as The Watermelons (I quote.. "[period pain] is like having your spine slowly ripped out from the bottom whilst simultaneously birthing a large watermelon"). Now, I may be somewhat out of touch with my cycle, but not so out of touch that I didn't know what this meant.
I ripped my Mooncup from its cute little linen bag and rushed to the bathroom, grinning like a two year old on Christmas morning. I don't think I've ever been quite so excited to come on as I was at that moment. I decided that the best way to insert my up would be to position myself the same way I used to when I was starting out with tampons - one foot on the floor, and one on the toilet seat (dignified, no?). I was slightly disappointed to find that I wasn't bleeding yet, but I knew it wasn't far off. I thought it wise to continue nonetheless, thus saving my bedsheets from the inevitable flooding that coming on overnight would produce. I folded my Mooncup one, then twice (as per instructions), shut my eyes, bit my lip, and tried to shove it in as fast as I could.
Nothing happened. I opened one eye, then the other, and wondered what all the fuss was about. I couldn't feel anything inside me, perhaps I'd dropped the dratted thing in my haste? I scanned the floor.. but there was nothing there. Slowly I put my raised foot back onto the ground, and gingerly felt myself... my heart leapt when I felt the end of the stem sitting exactly where I wanted it. Following the instruction leaflet, I gave it a little twist to made sure it was fully open. I felt a slight 'pop' inside me, then giving it an exploratory tug to make sure it was well and truly in place, I grinned smugly before washing my hands and returning to my room to sleep.
When I awoke, it wasn't until after I'd breakfasted that I remembered I was wearing my cup. Rushing back to the bathroom, I seated myself on the toilet and prepared for what was supposed to be the most fiddly part of the operation. The first lesson I learned was not to attempt tugging the cup out by the stem.. when one uses the Mooncup it created a seal inside your vagina.. sort of a vacuum. And that pulling the stem to remove it is not possible - more than that, it's rather painful! After a short panic over whether I'd ever be able to remove it and considering a trip to A&E, I decided the best thing to do would be to go back to all the websites I trawled through when it first dropped through my letterbox. "Don't use the stem to remove it", one said. Aha. Panic over. "Instead, bear down with your pubic muscles and squeeze the base a little with your fingers to release the seal.
This was the part I was not relishing - getting my hands messy. I followed the instructions religiously and, to my relief, the cup came out without a bother and without spilling a drop.
I tipped the contents into the toilet, and suddenly all the hang-ups I'd had about it melted away. There was no mess, no smell, and tipping away the blood was actually somewhat cathartic.
With that, I was (and remain) converted.. which is why I have decided to write this. I am 110% in love with my Mooncup, and I think you should all rush out and get one yourselves with all due haste!
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| Job |
| 03.10.06 (5:48 am) [edit] |
I've landed myself a job selling discount sportswear in chav central.
I'm not quite sure how happy I am about this.
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| Sorry.. |
| 03.05.06 (8:10 am) [edit] |
...false alarm.
In other news, my right earlobe has exploded. I went out for a three mile walk today and it felt good. There's still no job. Fruit juice uber alles.
That is all.
How are you?
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| Bwahahahahaaa |
| 02.24.06 (12:35 pm) [edit] |
Why Biddle Is Excellent.
Interview today. It was positive but I don't really want the job. We'll see.
Have spent this evening lovingly crafting three dozen fairy cakes in a variety of flavours, tomorrow they shall be hauled to Southend and donated to the 16 strong St. John's Ambulance team.
It will be good.
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| I'd do anything |
| 02.22.06 (2:22 am) [edit] |
for you dear, anything
for you mean everything
to meeeee...
Ehheheheheh.. enjoy your earworm, folks =)
I have joined the IAM Knitting Exchange. The idea is a simple one - we knit 6x6 inch squares for one another and when we have enough, we put them together and make a blanket knitted entirely by our friends.
Today is Day 3 and it's already consuming my life. At least I have something to focus on, though. It's always nice to have a project of some description to be getting on with.
Today is not only Day 3, it could also be my very last day of voluntary work at the shop (pending Tuesday's meeting). This makes me very sad indeed. In the ideal world I'd be able to put it above any paid work I get; but in reality this makes about as much sense as a box of frogs.
Lastly, it's yet another bloody miserable day out there. In here, though, everything is spectacularly shiny. How absolutely splendid!
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