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.