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Hooverphonic
Dark chocolate
and coffee, lots of coffee
That was the only way I could get myself out fo bed this morning. Only by dancing round my kitchen to "Weak" and "2wicky" could I stay awake to leave the house and only through the keeping of a constant level of borderline-overcaffeination do I keep my concentration while I work.
All that I lack is someboyd warm and well-smelling to cuddle into when I get home late at night. (But that's nothing new, is it?)(Why is there so much bullshit necessary and involved with the whole interpersonal thing? Why not "Hello, I feel the need for a little hugging. Would you like to be involved in that?" Why does that not work?)
Other than that, my mind is slowly going, but sanity is overrated as it is.
I have not lost my mind, it just decided that it would be happier with somebody else.
Other than that:
"Marie Kelvedon is twenty-five. She grew up in Germany in British Forces accommodation and returned to Britain at sixteen to complete her schooling. She was sent down from St Hilda’s college, Oxford, after her first term, for an act of unspeakable Dadaism in the college dining hall. She has had her short stories published in various European literary magazines and has a volume of poems Onzuiver (’Impure’) published in Belgium and Holland. Her Edinburgh Fringe Festival debut was in 1996, a spontaneous happening through a serving hatch to an audience of one. Since leaving Holloway she has worked as a mini-cab driver, a roadie with the Manic Street Preachers and as a continuity announcer for BBC Radio World Service. She now lives in Cambridgeshire with her cat, Grotowski."
Skunk Anansie
Hooverphonic
Dark chocolate
and coffee, lots of coffee
That was the only way I could get myself out fo bed this morning. Only by dancing round my kitchen to "Weak" and "2wicky" could I stay awake to leave the house and only through the keeping of a constant level of borderline-overcaffeination do I keep my concentration while I work.
All that I lack is someboyd warm and well-smelling to cuddle into when I get home late at night. (But that's nothing new, is it?)(Why is there so much bullshit necessary and involved with the whole interpersonal thing? Why not "Hello, I feel the need for a little hugging. Would you like to be involved in that?" Why does that not work?)
Other than that, my mind is slowly going, but sanity is overrated as it is.
I have not lost my mind, it just decided that it would be happier with somebody else.
Other than that:
"Marie Kelvedon is twenty-five. She grew up in Germany in British Forces accommodation and returned to Britain at sixteen to complete her schooling. She was sent down from St Hilda’s college, Oxford, after her first term, for an act of unspeakable Dadaism in the college dining hall. She has had her short stories published in various European literary magazines and has a volume of poems Onzuiver (’Impure’) published in Belgium and Holland. Her Edinburgh Fringe Festival debut was in 1996, a spontaneous happening through a serving hatch to an audience of one. Since leaving Holloway she has worked as a mini-cab driver, a roadie with the Manic Street Preachers and as a continuity announcer for BBC Radio World Service. She now lives in Cambridgeshire with her cat, Grotowski."
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