Right, shall we try and get back into this habit again? Whyever not.

I've been thinking about getting a tumblr... oh, who am I kidding? I have signed up for a tumbler, but now I'm just squatting on the name while I try and figure out what I want to do with it. I just like the short format and the verslity and the reblogging feature of it. It looks ( Read more... )

Last week, while writing about how I make too much effort to not be a girl, and take too much misplaced pride in not being one, I decided that I really oughta replace my old and possibly rotten makeup, because- well, it goes near my eyes and mouth, and I don't want to be using chemicals I bought before I graduated on those areas ( Read more... )

As many people who know me IRL probably already know, I suffer from a mild case of that affliction which is far more common in men: the 'I'm more macho than you' syndrome. You know the one: it requires its sufferers to constantly win arguments to prove their prowess in maths and science. It requires constant in advised displays of physical strength ( Read more... )

So there I was, tidying my room and adding stuff to my mental to-do list on this, the last full day I have before HOLIDAY OMG, when I lookied down and saw the carpet (for the first time in a couple of days) and added 'vacuum floor' to that list, because there were strange black things all over it ( Read more... )

It's been a What Katy Did "Horseshoe" day. A day in which a lot of little oversights and coincidences and fuckups have combined together to have Consequences. Not just mine, but pretty much everyone in my life today. I had to go into work early, and when my blood sugar began to dip, it turned out we were going to be understaffed all evening. So I ( Read more... )

The zip on my bra-S-lette has finally died. Given up the ghost. Ceased to be. It is an ex-supportive-garment ( Read more... )

The days are getting shorter, and I don't like it ( Read more... )

I'm not doing so well with the coping right now. This entry sort of helped. TL; DR and all that.

( Everything and Anything I could think of )

Is that I can take the old, worn-on-the-inner-thigh jeans, and a skirt i love for the colour but not the fit, and make this:

( Pic! )

Someone whose name I don't recognise who has written books I've never heard of, is dead. And my friendslist is sad about it.

*sets out tea for you all*

But in my head, things are as good as can be when there is period related blahness keeping one away from work again. Which is mostly to do with the InnerMum being a great mum ( Read more... )