January 2013
2 posts
glumfuq: We need to talk about the Friendzone →
yeti-detective:
How is this even a thing? I’m a dude. I get it. Girls can be scary. They look just like humans, but they make Weird Things happen in your pants-area. It must be magic. They are the Gargamels to your dick’s whatever-Smurf-your-dick-is.
(Sidenote: the makers of The Smurfs…
Holy Jesus Christ almighty. Men of the world. Take heed. This is some sensible shit right here.
May 2012
3 posts
72 hours... (Warning... Slightly disgusting)
It’s been 72 hours since I took a Cymbalta, and it’s all gone from my system. There is officially no duloxetine left in me. And that’s great. That’s wonderful. I cannot describe how excited I am to be drug-free and getting back to myself.
But FUCK do I feel bad. Today’s symptoms!
- brain shocks, to the absolute maximum. They’re coming every couple of seconds...
applebright:
when you accidentally refer to celebrities casually by their first name as if you’re close personal friends and all your friends judge you constantly because you have lost control of yourself and have no boundaries or rules and you’re just floating out in space like dark matter alone and cold and creepy
Day the first
It has now been about 40 hours since I took a Cymbalta. I swear, I will never take another. I don’t know how I’ll do it. But here goes. Someone wish me luck.
the symptoms so far aaaaaare - -manic. so very manic. wide eyes and over-blinking and the whoooole shebang. -desire to scream (related to the mania). -suicidal thoughts (increased). -dizziness. like being drunk, but crap....
April 2012
2 posts
May 2011
1 post
January 2011
1 post
I HATE
my life my house my dog (sometimes) and everything else.
July 2010
14 posts
I don't want to die.
I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die soon. No, I don’t want to die at all. I don’t want to move forward. I don’t want to stop. Pause. Pause. Pause. But that scratches the disc…
I don’t want to die. Every time I think that sentence I think of the Robbie Williams song, but it’s not the case. I AM keen on living. I want...
would...
Would anyone like a letter?
Sorry.
Due to the most unforseen of circumstances, no more Things I Hate or Challenge. Sorry. I suck, I know.
Seriously, if you knew what was going down, you’d understand.
Challenge 1, Day 04- A habit that you wish you...
Ok. This is a very, very, very weird habit. Seriously, anyone who is reading this is going to be like, wtf, what the hell kind of habit is that. But it is a thing that I do. First off…
Does anybody know those little bumps that one gets on their skin? They’re little bumps of dirt and grease and stuff which get trapped in your pores and which harden in there. They’re hard to...
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Tumblr lost my post! :O
Challenge 2, Day 3 — Racism
Racism, huh? Gotta tell you, I do not believe there is a single person out there who is not a little bit racist. Me included. That is not to say that I think everybody hates people of a particular race - not at all! I don’t hate/fear/misunderstand any race, and I doubt if the majority of people do. But everybody is a little prejudiced, of course we are. Nobody knows everything, and we tend...
Challenge 2, Day 2 — Confidence
Confidence is a hard thing to have. Though it seems to come naturally to some, it doesn’t. Confidence is something at which you have to work, and which takes a lot of luck, too…
It’s funny, sometimes, because one day you can feel great about something, about your work or your appearance or about a talent, and one comment can destroy it. Sometimes, seeing someone better than you...
Challenge 1, Day 02- The meaning behind your...
Easy! Shoobz is a shorter, nicer, easier to pronounce version of Shoebe (shoo-bee), which has been my nickname ever since I don’t know when.
Claire Leyden (who I miss…) and I had been talking about how everyone we knew had nicknames, and how I didn’t. We decided that I needed one, but we didn’t want to force it, so we planned to leave it until one came up naturally. THE...
Challenge 1, Day three - A picture of you and your...
Ok, so this is a problem. Because I don’t have any pictures of me and my friends. I really, truly don’t. I don’t take photographs very often. (Read, ever.) I have photographs OF my friends. Well, some of them. I have photographs of myself, mostly taken on webcam when I’m bored of my profile photo. But I have no photos of my friends and I together, and I definitely have no...
Challenge 2, Day 1 — Love
My thoughts on love? Okay. Hard.
I think that love is a very all-encompassing thing these days. I think it’s madness that there is only one word for the way I feel about my sister, my boyfriend, my friends, music, writing, pasta, cut grass. So, I think I’ll do a paragraph or two about the types that I can think of.
So first, the smallest - thing love. The love of a smell, or a place,...
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I am about to queue some posts! :O
Challenge 1, Day One - A recent picture of you and...
As recent a photo as is possible. I’m looking very ruffled and cross cos I’m damp and tired. We went for a walk in the rain on the beach and then I went for a run. In the rain. Nothing quite like running in the rain.
I sometimes wear inappropriate dresses because I like to wear dresses. I love the way they make me feel. Especially when they make my waist small and my hips roundy and...
Ooh! I wanna do this one too!
Your thoughts on…
Day 1 — Love Day 2 — Confidence Day 3 — Racism Day 4 — Our generation Day 5 — Haters Day 6 — Followers Day 7 — Tumblr Day 8 — Best friends Day 9 — Wants and needs Day 10 — Make-up Day 11 — Global Warming Day 12 — Boys Day 13 — Girls Day 14 — Appearance Day 15 — Education Day 16 — Long distance relationships Day 17 — Tumblr without pictures Day 18 — Stereotypes Day 19...
30 day challenge - or, How to fail at a 30 day...
Now way will I complete this. I know I won’t.
I hate that about myself. I haven’t done any things I hate in aaages. But anyway. I shall carry on!
Thirty day challenge. Ok, there are a few in here with which I anticipate problems… Number 3, for instance, and number 11. Numbers 14 and 15, too. I don’t have an iPod, OR an mp3 player. Hmmm…
Day 01- A recent picture of...
June 2010
9 posts
don't waste your time on me, you're already the...
Hmmm… This is an interesting one. Why is it that if I adore somebody else’s work, which may or may not have been born from depression, it’s fandom, but when I write something similar I’m a manic-depressive? Why is that?
Admittedly, I'm easily frightened
There was a weird noise coming from somewhere unidentifiable for ages, but I couldn’t find it so I ignored it. Until I became suddenly terrified that it was coming from my tummy (!?) and went in serious search.
Turned out to be a ketchup bottle which wasn’t properly closed and was leaking air in bubbles, making it go “bloop”every 2 seconds or so. Frightened the crap outta...
she wants? -hmmm...
she wants a lot of things but she’d never ever tell you if you ask she’ll just deny it she’s self-sufficient, heartless out loud
she tells a lot of lies she thinks that you’re the greatest but you’re never going to hear it and she knows that you’re frustrated but she can’t
and she wants you to know she dreams your face in colour even though her days are...
Humph.
I may have failed at the daily update thing… But I was depressed, jeez! Go easy!
I HATE HATE HATE not seeing Green Day because my back is too sore. That has to be up there with the things I really fucking hate and hope they NEVER happen again. Seriously.
I hate losing music! I just randomly rediscovered Good Charlotte’s album The Chronicles of Life and Death, and remembered how much...
1am.
It is 1am. How the hell are you? Oh my freakin’ god.
I love this day. Spanish later, and going to register with fás. Oh, and don’t forget GREEN DAY ON WEDNESDAY! Holy crap I’ve been waiting for this concert for like 6 years. 6 years!
…it is now 3am. I wandered off and forgot to save/finish this. I don’t like that I no longer have my room to myself. I liked that.
Today is a very nice day.
Today, the totally clear sky and sunshine make me feel like I’m in some mediterranean country. The new vista in my garden helps, too, the view looks a little like a lush valley in Italy or something. I think that may be the first ever instance of my using the word lush.
What is totally great about today is that I got to go outside! No longer confined to the floor! I didn’t do very...
I'm not totally a ball of anger. I love some...
I love resolving fights.I love sleeping on my side, all curled up. I love being small. I love hugs, so damn much. I love waking up to find a text on my phone. I particularly love if it’s a really nice text. I love tea, and I really love the smell of coffee when I haven’t slept well. I love waking up beside Reuben and smelling his neck-smell before we’re both fully awake. I love...
There is nothing worse...
Than someone who doesn’t answer their phone. Something else which I hate. I’ve been texting you and calling you for an hour. What are you doing? Also, why do you insist on answering my texts and completely ignoring the questions I have asked you? These are some things I fucking hate.
Revivin' Things I Hate! Here's hoping I'll stick...
A little history, to start us off, I think. I started the Things I Hate blog back in 2007, because I was bored and frustrated. It started, I believe, with “Female Radio Presenters”, who annoy me for various reasons. I stopped after a little while, and only did it every now and again, when it occurred to me. A shame, really, because there were a few people who read it.
Today, I...
