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I am a 25 year old butcheyfemme queer with rubbish on my mind and sparkles everywhere else My Profile
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Things I miss about not being under age 10 anymore:
The original Strawberry shortcake Animal Olympics Remembering every name of every single teddy, sindy, care bear and my little pony that I owned Sleeping with socks on my arms because I thought I was a puppy Being able to do more that 10 skips on a skippit Being able to bounce on a lola ball without breaking a sweat Having naturally blonde hair Being able to get up without effort and without a major mood at 7am Climbing trees; I can't step over a twig without causing a stitch these days Hec tic toc shoes cause where else would you look for the time but on your shoe? Wearing shorts. I don't think I have worn shorts publicly since I was 9. Somethings should be eternally confined to the home or to material Not having to justify picking my nose Not having to worry that my frown lines are increasing out of control Parents paying for everything. I will never again have so many holidays Starting fights with my now massively huge brother who could flatten me with a fart Being able to squeeze into lycra tu-tus with minimal effort Making sindy and action man get it on until Bruno the bear came on the scene Refusing to go to Miss Robb's wedding and not understanding why. Bless Not knowing the fat and calorific content of pretty much everything Not being ashamed of worshipping Shakin' Stevens Not getting BO No random hairs sneaking out and showing you up Doctors and nurses with my female friend ;-) Things I do not miss about not being under age 10 anymore: Not being able to squeeze my wide feet into the same shoes as everyone else and having to wear sturdy thumpers instead Getting the blame for absolutely everything, especially for all the food that went missing That bloddy green anorak I got in place of a Nevica. Not a whistle in sight My obsession with The Bitch My bowl cut Peeing my pants Being a bit of a bully. Moi? As if Telling my friends Santa is real persistently and then being mocked when my mum finally reveals the sordid truth Eating sand and dirt which was a favourite past time of mine. Apparently. Having to endure the turd brown dress for the sake of a psycho brown owl and her counterparts, you know before Brownies went 'street' and got joggers (still turd coloured) and hoodies (pus coloured) Sunday school and having to dress as an angel every year when all I wanted was to be Joseph Knowing I have the teenager years and all the rest of the shit yet to come My memory of anything that happened 3 minutes ago is limited and so my recollections of anything prior to that are patchier than my attempt at applying foundation so that's all I got. And anyway, I have a belly or 7 to scoop off the floor so I can get closer to the TV to play eye toy. Dance mat for arms. I will ditch my bingo wings, oh yes I will ditch my bingo wings. Oh and thank you for all the happy birthday wishes, I did indeed have a swell time which included swing guitars, mr frosty, 3 pukes and super strength poppers. Bu Bye. Britney Wannabe 
3/15/2004 06:34:00 PM
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