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well, today was semi productive, i didn't have the spa day that i wanted, but my bedroom is reaching some form of warped normality and i've sorted out the xmas list, which is about half way done. My bedroom smelt really nicely of vanilla, which was because i had lit a few candles and it smells really homely. i've got three days off from work this week, which is absolutly mental, becuase normally it's just one, so tomorrow i am really going to try and get lots done. i just wanted to blog and let you all know my plans for november,these are: tidy bedroom all ready for the start of november so i can decorate the tree, make a video of my decorating the tree for youtube, as i've been neglecting it for a while, mainly due to working lots of hours recently. also get my new channel up and running, do lots of extra hours over november and december to save up money as there won't be much in the new year, sort out the drawers in the wardrobe which are full of china...

Hi Peeps, Tomorrow is the 25th of October, and its Ramona's wedding and Birthday tomorrow, which i quite cool. We've all chipped in together at work so she has some money to go on her honeymoon, and i've been taunting her, saying i was going to buy her an inflatable sex sheep as a pressie.Yes i know i'm a horrible person ahahaha, but instead i did buy her a really nice candle holder and some vanilla candles, which i thought were really nice :) This brings me onto a more difficult point. First of all most of her family are deeply religious, so already i'm a little bit nervous about treading on ties. The other is wearing a suit. Suits are very manly things, and to be brutally honest i am confused about my own gender. I really struggle with the concept of gender, because to everyone else there is male and female. but it seems to be sorted out to be on biological grounds, completely disregarding anything else. This is what i struggle with. I guess i am biologically m...

Hi all, i thought it was time for another post, and in this one i want to appeal to all my potential future lovers and boy toys out there, by letting you all know what i like and dislike. I like kinky sex: This is actually a bit of an understatement, but i'll leave it at that I don't like mashed potato: UGH really how can people eat it? i have to cover it in sweet chilli sauce to even go near it. I like my bed: my bed is to me the safest place in the world. I don't like Gravy; UGH lord no! so horrid. I don't care if you all think i'm insane but i refuse to eat it. I can eat it if it's in a pie but dare put it on my food and you will get a black eye. I like pear drops: Jen a lady from work, has always got a bountiful stash of them, and honestly after one of them the day from hell gets much better. I don't like my neck being touched: i found this out once when i was giving a piggyback to Alyna once, and i squirmed about and felt really uncomfortable...

hi guys! how are you all, i hope you are well. i havn't updated the blog in a few days, mainly becuase i've been at work, pretty much full time and over recently. Theres been a sale at work, so everything is manic. I've also not been sleeping so well either, i dunno, i just have a lot on my mind. My quest for mr right is going well, i'm meeting up with Dan after christmas and a guy named Andrew wants to meet up with me in havant. I'll go, purely becuase i might meet someone cool, although it's more than likely going to be a short bald old man who will kidnap me, rape me repeatedly then kill me and sell my body parts on the internet. it all sounds cool. i know you'll be thinking "omg why would you meet someone off the internet?" well, most men are intimidated by me, so it's easier to meet up with them first so they don't know what i'm like, then at least i can say ive had one date :/ yes i know i'm just being a silly little s...

Apologies for this being so late. I  hope you all like it. Greg was still stood outside Devon's house, only now it was a dark and dingy place, the windows and door were all boarded up. the pretty flowers had all died, their rotting remains sat amongst the weeds that grew in the window boxes. Greg's scarf flapped gently in the cold winter breeze. All around him were Christmas trees, giant Santa's and merry people. This was his first Christmas outside for eleven years now. He checked no one was looking, before crossing the road and walking up to the front door. Giving the plywood a quick kick by the hinge, it splintered and he clambered in. The house was freezing, it was colder than outside. Greg had a quick glance inside the living room. The furniture and all of Devon's possessions had been left here to quietly disintegrate. The curtains hung limply from the rail, they were no longer wh...