This is really a continuation of my last post, which I will finish today. I'm writing this one first because it involves a dream I had last night.
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To clarify, something I was ranting about yesterday, it's not so much inexperience itself that I object to.  It's standing there and going "so now what do I do?".  Fucks sake, just try something, I don't want to have to be the director of my own love scenes.  If I wanted that, I'd just masturbate.  If it doesn't work, okay, we'll just do something ( Read more... )

Blu-taked to the wall in front of me; a popcorn box from when I saw Pan's Labyrinth at the Odeon with Neill.  From the same trip, and on the same wall; cinema ticket, receipt, a ticket to An Inspector Calls (his first play), and two more cinema tickets to the UGC for Ghost Town and Burn After Reading ( Read more... )

I finally broke up with my boyfriend.

So far in my life, I've had eight boyfriends, total.  Approximately.  It gets complicated.

Anyway, one think I tend to do is get bored, usually around the three month stage.  And then, because I'm a teenage girl (or was, for most of this), there will always be someone else waiting.  Once or twice I've regretted ( Read more... )

There was a program on about the Edinburgh festival, and part of it focused on racism in humour - what's okay and what isn't.

Four comedians discussed the issue.  One of them made the point that there's a difference between a joke which makes the racist the butt of it - "I'm not racist - my best friend's a nigga!" - and one which is actually racist ( Read more... )

So, I just went out and got a mini-sewing machine.  It was pretty cheap, and works very well.  I can't sew neatly with it yet (on a pattern with a seam allowance of a quarter inch, my seams took up a whole inch), but I shall practice.  And, soon, I will make sleeve puppets again.

So far, I have made a toy, from a pattern I found on craftgrrl.  He's not ( Read more... )

I've heard it said that your friends aren't necessarily the people you like best - just the ones who got there first.( Read more... )

Pretty women are slim, with some curves, wear make-up and feminine looking clothes, have long hair, and can walk in heels.

Tbh, I've really never been bothered with any of that.  Want to know a secret?  I don't even bother to shave my legs if I'm going to be wearing trousers, and I know no one but me will see them.  I really don't care.  I don't ( Read more... )