my life does just go in cycles sometimes. not sure it this is a good/bad one...i've started my scando weekend early.
the swordfighter has appeared back on the scene and within 5 minutes of arriving last night i got a diatribe of how i must not be training right if i've not lost the 2 stone the doc has ordered...
sometimes i wish that we did live together so he could see how much starvation and sweat really happens and why i'm so fed up and depressed about my weight and how his 'helpfulness' really just makes me feel more shit.
my daughter thinks i should tell him to fuck off
i probably should but giving up on something that has been off/on since she was a year old back in 1986 is pretty hard - i've been having an affair with this guy longer than some of you on here have even been alive!
so i'm back over in stockholm in a couple days for the inkbash. we've got a stall there selling our weardo tshirts from the salon/shop. am going to have to spend this evening trying not to get drunk and packing properly - last time i went to stockholm i was so pissed when i packed and ended up there with 4 shirts, a pvc skirt, and about 14 knickers that didn't match the bra i was wearing.
and i can't just pop out anywhere to buy a bra.
but did score some pretties yesterday, a nice deep midnight blue retro style with pale pink bows, another with black lace and pale pale champagne coloured satin, and also another black bra with pink ribbons - all with matching knickers of course!
and a little slip that i'll wear as a skirt at some point this weekend - with my new leather jacket that satya is making for me...so no checking my stuff at the coat check at tech noir and getting it lost like last time!
because i plan to get quite tipsy on vanilla vodka. will finally be with other hair police people and will be celebrating my kris' life, it turns out from newspaper reports that there is a batch of killer heroin going around nyc and it killed 6 people in 6 days - he was the 1st.
knowing he didn't mean to doesn't make me feel any better though...and i'm not anti-drugs, i think its up to everyone to make their own choices but please just be careful people.
the article is here...
the swordfighter has appeared back on the scene and within 5 minutes of arriving last night i got a diatribe of how i must not be training right if i've not lost the 2 stone the doc has ordered...
sometimes i wish that we did live together so he could see how much starvation and sweat really happens and why i'm so fed up and depressed about my weight and how his 'helpfulness' really just makes me feel more shit.
my daughter thinks i should tell him to fuck off
i probably should but giving up on something that has been off/on since she was a year old back in 1986 is pretty hard - i've been having an affair with this guy longer than some of you on here have even been alive!
so i'm back over in stockholm in a couple days for the inkbash. we've got a stall there selling our weardo tshirts from the salon/shop. am going to have to spend this evening trying not to get drunk and packing properly - last time i went to stockholm i was so pissed when i packed and ended up there with 4 shirts, a pvc skirt, and about 14 knickers that didn't match the bra i was wearing.
and i can't just pop out anywhere to buy a bra.
but did score some pretties yesterday, a nice deep midnight blue retro style with pale pink bows, another with black lace and pale pale champagne coloured satin, and also another black bra with pink ribbons - all with matching knickers of course!
and a little slip that i'll wear as a skirt at some point this weekend - with my new leather jacket that satya is making for me...so no checking my stuff at the coat check at tech noir and getting it lost like last time!
because i plan to get quite tipsy on vanilla vodka. will finally be with other hair police people and will be celebrating my kris' life, it turns out from newspaper reports that there is a batch of killer heroin going around nyc and it killed 6 people in 6 days - he was the 1st.
knowing he didn't mean to doesn't make me feel any better though...and i'm not anti-drugs, i think its up to everyone to make their own choices but please just be careful people.
the article is here...
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Raven is right, you should tell that guy to FUCK OFF! The night I met you a Nina's you were very nice and super sexy!
I'm sorry about your friend. May he rest in peace.