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Bad smell.

January 11th, 2007 (04:44 pm)

I think I need to take the rubbish out, because the flat is starting to smell like solvent.

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Posted by: ((Anonymous))
Posted at: June 11th, 2008 09:14 pm (UTC)
Did you die.

You write some funny shit - did you give up. I hate blogs but maybe i would read yours if you came back - even though this is some really poor looking blog software it is running on.

Maybe that really was solvent you could smell in your flat in 2007. Did your boyfriend dissolve you in the bathtub and flush you - perhaps you are part of the water table now. We may never know.

Posted by: Set the controls for the heart of the sun (kingyummy)
Posted at: June 18th, 2008 09:39 pm (UTC)
Re: Did you die.

How surprising, for someone to comment on this post. I didn't die, but my boyfriend moved to America and I stopped posting for a while because (a) I was dramatically unhappy for a while and (b) I was living with friends and didn't have my computer with me so I couldn't really access Livejournal as much as I'd have liked, and (c) when I moved into my own place (a shared house, actually, but the city where I live is really expensive so that's how it has to be, for now anyway) I didn't have my computer with me, only a fascinatingly old laptop that I got from a friend who got it from a friend who got it from her dad. The laptop really is oooollllld - so old that it just can't handle LJ, so that explains my long absence.

But I really do want to start writing again - lots has changed recently, a big weight has been lifted from my shoulders, and I feel lively again for the first time in ages. Plus, all my friends are total fucking freaks, and I really need to get my ire and outrage at their behaviour off my chest, but of course they all have these ridiculous ideas about loyalty: they seem to think that if you ever talk about someone behind their backs you should be excommunicated forever, which is just completely absurd in my opinion. But I need someone to go to the pub with, so I have to keep them sweet, so I will have to keep my ill will and criticism secret, and smuggle it into the open via a medium that none of them really cares for, namely LJ.

Things I want to discuss include the way my friend M and her sister C looked at each other and patronised me while I was talking about my crush; the use of CSI box sets as decoration; obsessive hair-dying, apparently with an almost religious conviction in the perfectibility of hair colour; patchworking and finding fabric that makes me feel like I'm going to have a heart attack.

Until then, adieu.

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