I am a 25 year old butcheyfemme queer with rubbish on my mind and sparkles everywhere else
Smiling Part Two: I'm getting real desperate now. NOthing I seem to do makes me feel good. I think I unconsciously stopped trying. Something is making me not want to feel better. My mad head has decided that paranoia is a way of life for the Fee and will be till it ruptures. And so, unable to cope with the massive pressure pushing down on my mind I decided that today would be another day of smiling. I am going to redo my 30 day detox plan, sticking to it as completely as possible this time. Maybe this time around I will even complete day 1. So that means that I have to try smiling at people all day again. I manged to be polite to the bus driver today who I was so grateful to for not driving past me that I almost kissed him. I then managed to pull off a half smile to the single mom shop assistant who over charged me for my bottle of feel good water and threw my not enough change into my clammy palm. I then thought it would an idea to smile at regular people that you pass in the street. I tried this on a stunner in shades but really I looked like a pervert and got all bashful and another finger thrown up at me. I was then presented at work with a 'crazy braider', something I have been anxious to try for a while now so of course that made me grin and gush like a drippy fanny. IF I complete this task which seems so simple then I will carry out task 2 tomorrow so I will keep on smiling and looking like a freak and keep you posted.
How Far Turd Will Travel: The Return
After contemplating this a few days ago, the conversation was brought up again by myself and Beautiful Boy. It reminded me of an incident involving human turds, again. A few years ago I got real sick and was bedridden for around 2 months. My mate Fin decided that he would be the one to take me on my first outing. We went to The Gardens (a bunch of grass and trees where pretty people get naked in the sun ie a Park in the centre of town) to see a local band play. I was fair excited as I hadn't seen any of my smelly friends for months and I relished the thought of sitting on the warm grass with fag in one hand, can of cider in the other. I didn't bank on sitting my ass down on a warm turd however. My new long sleeve tee had been tied around my waist and it was desecrated. I felt the warmth and squidge as soon as I sat down and as I had sat down with such a force, it had splattered against Fin's leg. How upset was I? My first bout of fresh air in months and it was polluted by human turd. It naively never crossed my mind that this steamin dump would be anything other than canine variety so I buddled my tee into a bag and took it home to my mother to wash. She took one sniff and lobbed it in the bin faster than I could say 'doggy do'. I cried and asked her why she had to be so evil to me and my fav tee and she proclaimed, "I aint washin' no shirt that's been shit on by homeless people" I asked how she could possibly know this fact adn she replied "Unless dogs drink Skol lager and eat Mcdonalds burgers with extra cheese and gerkin, then this is a first class human stool" Oh the shame of having transported a people plop all the way to my home, in a bag, not even on shoe! That turd travelled to Kings Gate then to the skip somewhere. that's fairly well travelled surely? We also discussed what if you skidded your bifs prior to getting on a plane to Austrailia? That would be shit well travelled. Or what if you posted soiled pants all the way to Sinagpore? That's a lot of mileage for a poop huh? How we come to philosophise over the distance shite can travel is a mystery to me, as is the furthest travelled browner which remains unknown.
Oh and slutwhoreprostituretart has begun her very own weblog so if you wanna check it out click here. It's all about shiny pussy... well, sparkley cats at least which is all the same to me.
Listening to: Sophie ellis Bextor
Beautiful Queen of Fun whose beauty never fails me
People putting up with the madness of miss fee
no work tomorrrow
people who don't take my weblog so seriously, if i meant half the things i said, they wouldn't be written here
There will be no dislikes in this thrilling installment as they only envoke negativity
4/05/2002 01:44:00 PM
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