how you been?
liberated from Pinkcharlie
You know how sometimes people on your friend's list post about stuff going on in their life, and all of a sudden you think "Wait a minute? Since when are they working THERE? Since when are they dating HIM/HER? since when???" And then you wonder how you could have missed all that seemingly pretty standard information, but somehow you feel too ashamed to ask for clarification because it seems like info you *should* already know? It happens to all of us sometimes
1. First Name: Beatrice
2. Age: 27
3. Location: London town
4. Occupation: administrational time wasting
5. Partner?: Nope. T’is a tragic waste.
6. Kids: No. many, many house plants.
7. Brothers/Sisters: Evil, sadistic step sister, not seen since childhood, at least one half sister, also not seen since childhood and probably a dozen or so more by now.
8. Pets: I want a kitten.
9. List 3-5 of the biggest things going on in your life:
1) Sorting out medical problems - fun fun fun!
2) My friends wedding - yay! Finland! Moomins! Pickled fish! Boys I know looking hotter than usual in suits! Confetti! Time off work! Flying about! HUZZZZZAAAAHHHHHHHH!!
3) six feet under - I have the boxset. I havent watched anything else for months. Its soooooo good!
4) reminding myself that just because I am a gloomy little scrap, it does not give me license to inflict said gloom upon other people. In short, I am trying to be less self obsessed and self pitying. Sadly, you will not see the results of this, as this is a journal and therefore I *HAVE* to moan as much as I can, lest I feel I am letting my teenage, journal-obsessed self down horribly.
10. Parents: My mother is an intensely wonderful and inspiring woman; she is hilarious, energetic, kind, fond of sparkly things and gardening. My father is a shambolic, ethically corrupt and rather sadistic former 80s upstart coke fiend with whom I steadfastly refuse to have contact. He, it seems, feels much the same about me. He also has an irrationally high forehead, which I sadly inherited. A bitter child would say t’is all he gave me. A realistic and yet still bitter one would say he also gave me a shed load of ‘issues’. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
There. Wasn’t that illuminating? xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
You know how sometimes people on your friend's list post about stuff going on in their life, and all of a sudden you think "Wait a minute? Since when are they working THERE? Since when are they dating HIM/HER? since when???" And then you wonder how you could have missed all that seemingly pretty standard information, but somehow you feel too ashamed to ask for clarification because it seems like info you *should* already know? It happens to all of us sometimes
1. First Name: Beatrice
2. Age: 27
3. Location: London town
4. Occupation: administrational time wasting
5. Partner?: Nope. T’is a tragic waste.
6. Kids: No. many, many house plants.
7. Brothers/Sisters: Evil, sadistic step sister, not seen since childhood, at least one half sister, also not seen since childhood and probably a dozen or so more by now.
8. Pets: I want a kitten.
9. List 3-5 of the biggest things going on in your life:
1) Sorting out medical problems - fun fun fun!
2) My friends wedding - yay! Finland! Moomins! Pickled fish! Boys I know looking hotter than usual in suits! Confetti! Time off work! Flying about! HUZZZZZAAAAHHHHHHHH!!
3) six feet under - I have the boxset. I havent watched anything else for months. Its soooooo good!
4) reminding myself that just because I am a gloomy little scrap, it does not give me license to inflict said gloom upon other people. In short, I am trying to be less self obsessed and self pitying. Sadly, you will not see the results of this, as this is a journal and therefore I *HAVE* to moan as much as I can, lest I feel I am letting my teenage, journal-obsessed self down horribly.
10. Parents: My mother is an intensely wonderful and inspiring woman; she is hilarious, energetic, kind, fond of sparkly things and gardening. My father is a shambolic, ethically corrupt and rather sadistic former 80s upstart coke fiend with whom I steadfastly refuse to have contact. He, it seems, feels much the same about me. He also has an irrationally high forehead, which I sadly inherited. A bitter child would say t’is all he gave me. A realistic and yet still bitter one would say he also gave me a shed load of ‘issues’. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
There. Wasn’t that illuminating? xxxxxxxxxxxxxx