Please delete this journal from your friends lists. THANKS.

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I reckon I ought to put something in this thing (The rest of the entry is nothing more than a line of ink running from the last word to the edge of page, from where Lisa fell asleep while writing.)

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[Private to Morag]

We need to talk. I will not accept no for an answer.

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[Private to Terry]

I thought today couldn't get worse, but it has, and now I know.

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[Private to Morag]

So, apparently I can go a few days without being incredibly concerned with the journals, and then return to find that you're being incredibly degrading to fully half of my heritage, and also Michael's, and all of Terry's ( Read more... )

Which are better, Christmas or spring weddings? I reckon it doesn't matter because the Mischievous House of Turpin and the Perky House of Tatham will be joined in matrimony 26 December of this year, in London ( Read more... )

Names that I have been called today:

annoying bint
tramp
hussy
wench
scarlet woman
whore

I. HATE. BOYS.

Self-realisation is difficult. But necessary. It feels a bit existentialist, to be honest. I'm not sure I'm fond of it.

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