Slight tension has bubbled away in the Dalgleish household for the past few days. Me and my dad never did enjoy a particularly utopian father-daughter relationship: we have enough similarities simply to survive in a house together, yet also a fair amount of the kinds of differences which occasionally make me want to beat him rhythmically over the ( Read more... )

And if you thought Desmond didn't deliberately choose the most racy and provocative titles for his books...


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I cannae believe its friggin' November man. Sweet Jebus it's two months till 2007! What the France has happened to 2006 ( Read more... )

I am recovering slowly from illness. My stomach flared up (again) during the weekend and has burned away like the fires of hell (again) for the past few days. I have chucked back my pills, more so even than prescribed, and they're having very little effect. So they must have given me placebos, or my condition is just beyond the scope of the pills. ( Read more... )

Oh happy day - my world actually appears to be rendering as we speak. Though ever frustratingly slowly, as though in a long, painful labour. I know it's coming; it's getting there, but it hasn't quite arrived just yet. The bearer of my world if fully dilated, and I can see its crown appear in the slightly murky distance, purpley-red and covered in ( Read more... )

Oh how life can twist and turn in a way I thought was only possible in Shakespeare...

Wonderthighs (for he has been reinstated as Wonderthighs) emailed me yesterday, from a non-regular address ( Read more... )

I have spent a ridiculous amount of my time on Derren Brown's forum today and have temporarily lost all my social skills and sense of reality. This is because today is the day that they got rid of General Chat and started denying the forum's existance on his official page, and it has been particularly lively. And I'm a sad cunt ( Read more... )

I think it's just about conclusive, the man I fell head over heels for six months ago, who returned my passion back then, has officially cut me loose. No explanation, no apology, no nothing. He has wiped me clean out of his life, as simply as one would wipe shit from their shoe - possibly because he feels it's the only way he can move forward. ( Read more... )

My life's taking one of those rotten twists again. I have four good Higher passes currently, but without good old Higher English (which I do think should be renamed Higher English Literature if it just can't bring itself to teach grammar; but my opinion counts for sod all at this particular moment) - so I thought I'd get myself five, including ( Read more... )

Is a song penned by the main man in Snow Patrol, and is possibly quite a wise decision to make.

All is desperately lovesick currently at HDHQ. The closest anyone's got to giving me an explanation as to why I'm still single is that I'm "too intelligent". The male friend who told me this said that men who'd otherwise want me for the physical side of ( Read more... )