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One of my greatest fears is that I will be reduced to speed dating.
Buscopan is good for stomach cramps. I had a stomach cramp and mum gave me Buscopan. It could be a kidney infection or I could've been really hungry and my stomach was eating itself. Jury is out.
I don't feel like I'm sick anymore but everything I drink out of or eat out of or touch is still being taped with a piece of black electrical taped and damned "unclean".
Have to avoid fat as well as grog now for 3 months. By September 1st am aiming to rival Lindsay's anorexia chic, throw a fabulous Hollywood style party and pass out after smelling half a shot.
A thought to be dead character in this blog 'The Boy' (see Wednesday, December 22nd, 2004 to Tuesday December 28th, 2004. Also does a cameo as 'pokies boy' on Monday, February 14th, 2005) has resurfaced with the somewhat alarming and disturbing news that he was dumped by his girlfriend. Was not prepared for such a situation. I miss my friends and their usual cynical opinions on this sort of thing. Call me needy but I need that blunt "He's a bastard. You're so much better than him" chant echoing in my ears so that I don't end up in a pub in Lismore on Wednesday night pretending to be interested in the footy.
Buscopan is good for stomach cramps. I had a stomach cramp and mum gave me Buscopan. It could be a kidney infection or I could've been really hungry and my stomach was eating itself. Jury is out.
I don't feel like I'm sick anymore but everything I drink out of or eat out of or touch is still being taped with a piece of black electrical taped and damned "unclean".
Have to avoid fat as well as grog now for 3 months. By September 1st am aiming to rival Lindsay's anorexia chic, throw a fabulous Hollywood style party and pass out after smelling half a shot.
A thought to be dead character in this blog 'The Boy' (see Wednesday, December 22nd, 2004 to Tuesday December 28th, 2004. Also does a cameo as 'pokies boy' on Monday, February 14th, 2005) has resurfaced with the somewhat alarming and disturbing news that he was dumped by his girlfriend. Was not prepared for such a situation. I miss my friends and their usual cynical opinions on this sort of thing. Call me needy but I need that blunt "He's a bastard. You're so much better than him" chant echoing in my ears so that I don't end up in a pub in Lismore on Wednesday night pretending to be interested in the footy.