dearest friendslist,

Dush (a.k.a. ME) will be away for a while. when? as of tomorrow. why? she needs a mental vacation. where? to ( Read more... )

dear self,

the phrase 'if it aint' broke, don't fix it.' is still very much true. therefore, following this rule, do NOT stuff around with your modem when it is perfectly fine, temporarily break it and have ten minutes full of nervous net-deprived angst.

idiot.

no love,

dush.

dear the people,

hi.

i'm stuck thinking it's 4.30 in the morning when it aren't. in perth. godmother's joint. oh feel my elation through the screen. touch it, yo.

feeling a bit... yeah.

hi.

i check flist later, k? okay? okay.

the dush
x

dear brainy genius scientists,
stress makes you sick? no SHIT. thank you for telling us what we've always known.

from dush (who has no phD's or a sexysexy lab coat)

dear neighbour,
neighbour: you're looking good, so you must be feeling better too.
me: no, not really.
neighbour: ahh, come on. you do.
me: uh, no. i still get up at 4.30am and work ( Read more... )

dear flist,

be seeing you soon. really this time.

love dushie x

dear grubby painter,

if you stand that close to me ever again, or if you TOUCH me or anything on me ever again, your vital organs will shrivel and die and appendages will oddly disappear like a trust fund ( Read more... )

know what only three hours of sleep gets you? i'll tell you.

insane dreams. or rather, incredibly prony dreams featuring self engaging in very heated girl kissing with someone i think is on my flist (since that's what i was thinking?) in nothing but underwear, while an aroused johnny depp looks on.

dude. and i had to wake up. WHICH ONE OF YOU ( Read more... )

Dear friendslist and the general reading public,

if you have anything hurtful to say to me or if you have any terrible news, then here's a chance to tell me. because please, i'd love to feel more pained than i already do.

and hey, i'll even turn off anonymous ip logging because i'm that thoughtful.

Dush.