I think I’m cursed with an overactive conscience.

I managed to get Dreamweaver and Flash for over £400 cheaper than the normal price by getting a student licence.

You’d think I’d be thrilled, right?

Wrong (more…)

It’s days like today that you should just stay in bed, and what ever you do you should never, ever, ever start “thinking” about things.

When you do it just gets depressing.

Things like remembering that I haven’t been able to leave the house in almost 5 months. Like the fact that I like to get my hair cut every 8 weeks. Only this time it’s been 8 months

And my personal favourite, realising that this time next year, I’ll have been suffering from CFS for a third of my life :-((

Oh, while I remember, if you hear a high pitched screaming sound… That’s the sound of a flock of tapeworms discovering that they’re going on a diet! (more…)

How did we ever manage to survive before the invention of the internet?

Where else can you flirt with people of all sexes, discuss the sexual abuse of vegetables, the merits of the turkey baster as an alternative impregnation tool, verbally abuse people smaller than you are, sexually abuse people bigger than you, threaten to tell the world about a persons love affair with their car (brings a whole new meaning to the term auto-eroticism), and sexual encounter with a stuffed toy… And all that before breakfast…
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Yep, you heard me right, I said whine and for once it’s not me doing it!

I’ve just been watching a programme on TV about what people hate about christmas, the stress, the endless shopping, the cooking and cleaning, the guests, the mess, the wrapping, the party games… I’m sure there were more that I’ve forgotten, but you get the idea.

Now as most of you know, I just don’t do christmas, I haven’t for a long time… But the funny thing is, all the reasons that the people hated it… That’s why I used to love it!
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Postponed from 17th June 2004

I had a couple of entries all planned out to write… But I decided to spend five minutes catching up with some journal reading first… I now almost wish I hadn’t.

The journal I’ve just read was a very short entry, I didn’t even realise it had been updated, since I hadn’t had a notification email.

Now I’m sitting here in floods of tears, trying to type without getting the keyboard wet… It’s a good thing I’m getting better at touch typing, since I can’t actually see the keyboard!
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Well, after this morning’s entry, I thought I’d feel better. I did but now I’m back in the same mood. Cheated, used, taken advantage of… I hate feeling like this… But after thinking about it, a lot of it could be due to lack of sleep. I haven’t been sleeping well lately, and when I’m tired I always seem to get emotional, paranoid and generally anti-social.

Since it’s a little after 3 in the morning, it’s a safe bet I’m still not sleeping well, and right now I’m in the mood to write something. So lets see if I can get the emotions out, and then maybe get some sleep…

Oh, and before anyone asks, no, this is not me, it’s the emotions I’m trying to get out, and after just watching a film along these same lines, it inspired me somewhat. That and it just seemed to work better from a female point of view.
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After the entry earlier in the week about something I didn’t want to face, but would have to eventually… Well I’ve said it… And in the forums no less, no thought, no thinking about it, it just kind of came out. It wasn’t until I’d actually posted the entry that I realised what I had said.

So while I’m still in the right frame of mind, I guess I should spend some more time on the subject and get it out of my system.
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There are things I should say, but the words won’t come.

I know this is cryptic and won’t make much sense to anyone but me, but I’ve been thinking about this since a conversation I had with someone a couple of days ago.

There’s something I should be dealing with; I should be facing it… But I can’t bring myself to do it… It’s one of the few things that makes me feel completely out of control, and that scares me more than I usually like to admit.
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I just love a happy ending…

*bursts into tears*

Perhaps I should explain…
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Hello
Is it late there?
There’s a laughter on the line
Are you sure ya there alone?
Cos I’m
trying to explain
Something?s wrong
You just don’t sound the same
Why don’t you?

Let me tell you a story, about a little girl named Miranda…
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