Days 15, 16 and 17 Coming right up. The parental was of no use in the choosing department, so I've fished my books out again. If I'm up to it tomorrow, expect a large extract from a very very long poem, one that I love dearly, and hopefully, if I can find one, a link to the rest of it.

Day 15

Drunk - Carol Ann DuffySuddenly the rain is hilarious ( Read more... )

I am massively fucked off because I'm writing my CV and haven't the faintest fucking clue what to put in the 'Hobbies and Interests' section. I read. I blog. I do this while listening to music. Occasionally when I'm not paralysed by crippling anxiety attacks I go outside and drink tea in cafes. I have no other interests ( Read more... )

Bethan and I are definitely not going to London this weekend ( Read more... )

innerbrat associates me with these 5 things...
- coming up with cruel names for the Rizla game
- singing Dr Horrible (and indeed, anything)
- Cardiff statues
- being in far too cute lesbian relationship
- Morally neutral twins!

What do you associate me with? Comment and tell me, or ask me what I associate with you. Or you could do both!

( Explanation of Debi's choices behind the cut )

Online journals are little filters that we each see everyone else's lives through, the parts others choose to share with us. That said, we all think we are close, but really we seldom know a lot about each other. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask ( Read more... )

Am on my lunchbreak at work. People have yet to ask me why I'm on a computer instead of being productive, but nevermind ( Read more... )

...that I got sent home from work for nearly passing out ( Read more... )

Drat ( Read more... )

Quick, somebody write to me, I'm really bored ( Read more... )

I'm going to Cardiff Uni!

(If I pass my college course.)

I decided on Friday. I've chosen. Cardiff it is.