Magdalene

sammich good. menstrual bleeding baad.

while there is a lot going on, it is probably not worth talking about.

the human-kitten-boy-robot has drifted off to sleep. So I'm going to go and jump on him and make him watch some nickelodeon with me.

i am literally a mess
my room is filthy
i suffocated a frightfully large spider without quite intending to
ive begun my photo-words book
dont cry over spilt milk

"oh shit, baby. when u gonna lern that friends are neva foreva?" story of my liife



ohhh sweet cam, cammycammycamcamcamcamcam.. cam cam.. cammy.. I missed you so.



- I am putting on the pounds. Thankyou Micronol or whatever you're called. I really needed that. Not. Susie says I need to eat slow releasing foods. Like porridge. Or wheat yoghurts or something. I can totarry imagine myself doing that. haaaahahahaa ha ha ha haaa haa. and breathe.

- I am in mourning over the loss of my boyfriend's hair. I shitlisted the fact that i can see the shape of his skull. srsly, whut is up with the eyebrows? love you, stinker

noisy, just the way i like it



- I'm sad that everyone is rubbish. myself included - why?



- I wanna block everyone out so that I don't have to be upset. You all enter and exit as you please. But cutting off all ties means that I don't have ample people to invite to cider picnics. woahs is me

- There is a baby at my boyfriend's house y'know. look at him! his mother brought it over from Ireland. sweet ginger tom. his name is Cal.



- Quit lurking, my comment count does not in any way represent my page views. I keep this public because frankly I have little to hide. I'm grateful that someone finds the stupidity I have to publish on the web interesting or entertaining, just don't be anonymous because that is discouraging.

- I was leaning slightly out of the window and as I looked down onto these vertical black pipes I noticed the geometric shapes below and I felt conscious of everything and a little shakey. I'll do whatever I have to when I'm afraid. I burnt my finger last night too.  ouch

No gameshows this weekend baby. they depress me something rotten. I love pearls & girls with black eyes. I am sick of people. Damn the ones I find enchanting. I hate the dentist. I don't really care for criticisms of my body, I've thought it all before. I often hear friends complain because they are at a place in their lives wherein they don't quite know what they want out of their lives, I want so many things that perhaps I am quite in the same position. I don't know which I want to achieve first. I don't care how you address me because my name isn't really that important at all. I need a new bra, or ten. My breasts don't know what size they want to be. I want to whisk my lover away to Uganda this summer, I want us to take a lot of acid - so much that we really halloucinate. There is a lady in a red dress that I left behind and I wonder if I will see her in a different light. Kittenboy told me that I used to speak rather beautifully, i am gutter trash as of late.


here is some post-sex vulnerability. I was wandering around the first floor in only my knickers. i'm on the rag so they came on seconds after. i wish someone would call me and sing me pretty, old songs. or buy me the black chiffon dress with buttons and ruffles that i'm pining for.