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I have paid ALL THE BILLS. Yay for me. Now I have no money to buy food, but my electricity/internet/phone will not be turned off. I can live on rice and home-grown tomatoes for a few weeks ( Read more... ) -
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I am trying to figure out what tumblr even is. It makes no sense to me at all. Some kind of insta-blogging thing? -
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I don't often comment on the various kerfuffles which perpetuate the blogosphere - largely because, as an enormously privileged person in many ways, I feel my voice would rarely add anything constructive or welcome to the debate. But I felt obliged to comment on this: Bitch Media released a list of 100 Young Adult Books for the Feminist Reader. ( Read more... ) -
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Point 1: It is hot as DEATH here, far too hot to wear clothing.
Point 2: Today I picked up a pair of shoes I've had on layby for ages.
Point 3: The dishes need doing.
Logical conclusion: Me doing the dishes in my Wonder Woman underpants, a frilly apron, and cherry-red 8-hole Doc Martens.
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The TV tells me that when most people have nightmares, the thing they want most is to wake the fuck up ( Read more... ) -
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The hilarious thing about having a very temperamental artist for a housemate is that she will occasionally do big purges of "Oh god I hate everything, take it all away, get it out of my sight" and I will end up with lots of very beautiful paintings to do with as I please, so long as she doesn't have to look at it ( Read more... ) -
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I hate this time of year in this city. There's a car festival called summernats that attracts belligerent drunken douchebags from all over the country and they swarm and drink and drive around in their souped up wank mobiles. Pubs get trashed, accidents happen, and the sexual assault rate in this city goes up about sixty percent. (I'm not even ( Read more... )