I intend to blog often.

Yes, I do intend to blog often. Caitlin's sudden blogging escapades have inspired me to do so more often. Hello Caitlin!
Also, Elen has joined in. Hello Elen!


Yes, I am not really sure what to blog about, as per usual. What kind of blog would this be if I thought of interesting topics and well written paragraphs. Well, the obvious answer is an interesting blog, but that's not what I am here for so screw it. If you want something more than that you should probably have picked a better blog to read.

So I am in rather an odd mood. I did remember my meds, however, so I am unsure as to why I am so strange today. It is most probably the weather. It is awfully humid and rather hot.

I have decided what I shall be doing for fashion textiles next year. Yay! Now I just have to worry about media. I am totally screwed as I am far too boring to think of something worthwhile. I would love to do a documentary, but I don't know what on so that's pretty much out of the question.





Caitlin is reading out FML to Elen and I. I quite like it as it means I don't have to swap between pages to get a laugh.


So yes, I do believe this is the least interesting blog I have ever written. Go me!

I just got excited by the friction caused by me rubbing glue off my fingers. I am so fucking lame.









That's a big space. I do like spaces, they help sort out my random brain thoughts into convenient paragraphs. If only I were able to do that within my own brain. That would surely make therapy a whole lot easier. Perhaps I wouldn't even need therapy. How amazing would that be! Maybe that is the key to normality, the ability to organise all the random thoughts that speed through your brain into little boxes all labeled and put in alphabetical order. I must work on building this skill.


It is awfully dark right now. I do believe it's going to rain. Lovely. I love it when it rains. Especially a storm, and I do believe it will be a storm.

Caitlin just said "The truth is out there... It's in my pants." and then touched some icky gum. Go you, Caitlin! You're officially deluded and covered in icky hepatitis spit.

And once again I have been stuck staring at the screen. I did, however, comment on Caitlin's blog first so now she cannot complain that I have been wasting my time.


Actually, speaking of comments. Caitlin asked me what is holding me back, why I'm not telling everyone what I think. The simple answer: I am pussy shit. Absolutely positively terrified that things will go back to the way they used to be. I simply cannot handle being alone again.  Despite my strong and fair sized friendship group, I am still terrified. That's how it goes. I am crazy, paranoid and absolutely bonkers. Perhaps in reading this blog you will realise just how insane I am.


"The heavens just opened up". Oh Elen, how right you are. There indeed has been a storm.


Jesus christ Caitlin, Quit reading my fucking blog before I post it! Yes, Caitlin, you. Stop reading it!!





You guys wanna know a secret? TOO BAD!! Mmhhhmmm. I did that.



I do believe I should stop blogging at some point. Lunch is fastly approaching and I intend to catch Elly at her class before she walks all the way to the jizzy.