Tag: dressups
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Love dares you to care about the people on the edges of the night
If you look at the title of this post and think “umm, has Joanna been meaning to write this since January when Bowie died”, then congratulations my friend, you are 100% correct. I’m only what, eleven months late. And what could have possibly have changed that much since then? I mean, it’s not like the […]
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Cleavage
I’ve moved back to Ngaio and I’ve started reading books again. I read more than half of Cleaving in one sitting. I thought I had identified with Julie Powell before in Julie & Julia as she worked a boring job, made friends on the internet, watched a lot of Buffy and got drunk frequently. But […]
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The fancy dress ball in sixth form
Tonight while I was waiting for cabs for the last of my guests and we were looking at my colour-hued bookcase, so I pulled things at random to show how their spines were different colours, and one of those things was my sixth form diary, so I started reading an entry out for random’s sake, […]
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You and me in the last days
So tomorrow, or sort of todayish, it will have been a year since I cried and I screamed and I hoped and I begged and I cried some more in joy and Obama was voted in as president. There are plenty of people who will write about the political implications of all that, and about […]
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Achievments!
Haha, I tricked you. Well, sort of. My list of things to do today (well, okay, yesterday since it’s 2.22am now) consisted of “change the lightbulb in my room” and I did that. I also found some whitetac and put up some more Frankie posters, purchased a mask for Anna Jane’s masquerade flatwarming on Friday, […]
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Sausage-Quest 2008
So, here’s the thing. I know it’s been a long time since I wrote, but here’s my current big issue: I haven’t pashed any boys this year. More specifically, I’ve only made out with girls in 2008 (see how that’s different? No, me neither). And that would be okay if I was going into the […]
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Zombie Bride will eat your brains
As per usual, let me start off this entry with an invitation to a party: We’re having Country Club: India on Saturday, and you’re of course invited. I must clean and make curries and try and make mini naans before then. What a busy girl I’ll be. As per usual. I suspect starting my free […]
Hubris 