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Friends Mostly
Most of what i write here is friends only. If I'm having a rant about politics, or saying nothing particularly personal, that'll be public, but if you want the angsting and the whinging, friend me. I don't really have a policy; add me and comment here, and I'll add you right back. If I've added you, it's because I think you look ( Read more... ) -
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At some point in the near future I'm going to make a proper post about the fact that, in August, I'll be moving to France for a year.
For now, though, I just need to share this. It comes from the introduction to my French vocabulary book:
With his victory in 1066 over Harold, William the Conqueror, Duke of Normandy, became King of England. He ( Read more... ) -
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Back at home after LONG LONG LONG journey from Southampton, which began well but quickly degenerated into a man GLARING at me because my bag gong in the rack happened to break the pristine silence of the quiet carriage, tube strike hold ups*, and a different man pontificating at all and sundry from London to Leeds. The dog has colitis and my sister ( Read more... ) -
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Oh Christ, why am I doing this to myself? Chemistry resit tomorrow. It's haaaaard. My face is getting all pink and red from all the brain perspiration, or possibly the hot lamp nearby. I keep obsessively checking the Southampton website for confirmation that I just need to pass the damn thing - which I already have - to meet their criteria, and ( Read more... ) -
twenty years of schooling and they put you on the day shift
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PRAY FOR ME, PEOPLE.
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Ableism
There has been a lot of talk on my flist over the last few days about ableist slurring concerning both mental and physical disability. Much of it has been useful and educational, but some of it does seem a bit dramatic, to me at least; I am someone who was throwing around the word 'retard' casually until very recently, and was genuinely shocked ( Read more... ) -
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I am reading the Essays of Michel de montaigne at the minute. When I feel unhappy and helpless and lonely; when I worry that my life has ground to a halt, I love to realise just how many amazing things there are to learn and enjoy, and how wonderful it is that I have the means and the ability to reach out for them.
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I write this on my phone in a club on Dudley. Hoefully predictive text will spare my blushes,. Love you all. Sophie espescially.
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