Events: a man sent me 5 pictures of his dick and a load of gibberish about my genitals at 7am so I didn't get to sleep when I was intending to, meaning that I didn't get up when I was intending to, meaning that I didn't get to the gym (this was also in part because I had WICKED DOMs up until about half an hour ago and can hardly fucking walk ( Read more... )

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Jewellery: Winter Goodies

Finished writing The Circle which felt as anti-climactic and vaguely insulting as it does every year. Woo hoo. Book over. Now I can write other books, or make other things, none of which particularly appeal to me, as everything is shit. Etc.


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Went to Borough Market today and spent forty quid on food shit. Never take out money in that place. Gumbo is supposed to happen later tonight. I have not written anythiiiiiiing yet, I did this instead:


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Lucian dun blog, and I made thing:


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