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Friends only
Once I was a real blogger. And a quite good one at that. But the hey-day of this blog has been and gone. No longer does it explain how I single handedly kept the apocalypse at bay between the ages of 4 and 11, the humiliation of having home made underwear, the history of the modern female orgasm, updates on my struggles with eating disorders or ( Read more... ) -
Cars I have known
A friend recent told me that I own 'the most student car I know'. I guess my Claude does fall into the category of 'student' quite neatly really. Tiny, over 15 years old, two seats and decorated with stencil art. In addition to this, the left side has been smashed into so and you can't unlock that door from the outside and the socket for the ( Read more... ) -
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Last night I slept terrible but that is okay! Sometimes insomnia produces useful things. Last night produced several very ambitious concepts for photoshoots, a random text message to my sister, the expansion on an essay plan on my directorial concept for Porgy and Bess and, most exciting of all, a title for the current play I am writing ( Read more... ) -
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Both housemates have returned to their family homes for the Easter break so me and the two doggies have been left to our own devices. I'm really enjoying it actually. I'm working on a new story, watching stupid amounts of Buffy and doing dance routines in my underwear all over the house ( Read more... ) -
Self indulgence
Being in pain alters your personality. I really hate what it is making me become. More then anything, I hate that my friends have to suffer me. Even the most patient of them must be tired of it by now. They are as supportive and wonderful as ever (two of them took me to hospital last night and kept me entertained while we waited for my MRI scan and ( Read more... ) -
A heritage.
All the characters I have played, that I have truly been for a brief moment or for several months, are my ancestors. They become part of what brought me to this place. In my history, my blood, there lie the memories of Auschwitz concentration camp, of the animalistic strength which kept Fania Fenalon alive, of the rape of Persephone. I came from ( Read more... ) -
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The positives ( Read more... ) -
A random thought
What if my beagle is actually God? Or possible a sort of watching angel. Maybe all dogs are sent to Earth by some deity to watch us and report back to someone. I wonder what Solace would report ( Read more... ) -
Some men really deserve to be worshipped
A tribute ( Read more... )