I am a 25 year old butcheyfemme queer with rubbish on my mind and sparkles everywhere else
The Fee's New Tattoo... also starring Chubby Back and Colin Coco Pop (aka Mr Mole).
The redness and scabs have pretty much cleared up now and I can lie down quite comfortably again. It's so all good. And I have to say that I had my best tattooing experience so far so if you're up for getting inked up in Aberdeen, you need to get your ass to Retro Rebels.
Anyway, so I go celebrate the last day of my holidays with at least five hours of housework. It's so not all good. Also attempting to wean myself off wheat which I have been hideously gorging on for the past two weeks. Double hmpf.
7/31/2005 02:26:00 PM
I don’t come waving too many poor excuses at you for not having posted in so long, mainly because the excuses are so lame that they even make me cringe and wonder, where the hell have you really been, Fee and what exactly have you been doing that was far more interesting than posting. There is no conclusive answer. So, I’m sorry and I hope I don’t do that again.
So, my brand spanking new eyebrows the colour of stomach lining are the result of being so utterly bored with my transparent skin that I had to do something about it. Having a deep, intense hatred for the sun and any sort of sweat inducing climate, there was only one option; moisturiser with a hint of fake tan, guaranteed to give you an ‘even, light tan’. They forgot to mention on the tube, for the complete ignoramus that is me, that you must rub all parts in. Clearly I did not comply with this obvious part and hence my eyebrows now match no part of my body. It looks hot; it induces laughter wherever I go. You should try investing in a pair of orange eyebrows yourself sometime. See what it can do for you. The word ‘humiliation’ springs to mind.
I intend posting a picture of my new spontaneous, will probably hate it in two weeks, tattoo, once the scabs finally disappear. It’s on my lower back, hurt like a fucker and, I think, looks pretty sweet. At least it directs attention away from my ass-crack now when I bend over in my too-low trousers. Or maybe it has the opposite effect. Fuck.
I finally registered with a dentist after one of my teeth broke. I knew it was going to be expensive to fix considering I’ve not been to a dentist since I was 18 and also because I had no choice but to go private. However, it was even worse than I could have nightmared. It seems that years of being a serial spewer have more than taken their toll on my beloved teeth and I was issued with a stern lecture, more metal in my mouth than actual teeth and a whopping bill that still causes me to run to the toilet and whip out my toothbrush and use it for the purpose for which it was intended *wink*. Needless to say, I’ve not been out much lately, too poor and too ashamed of my overly-filled teeth. Hmpf.
Today I have been in Britney/Kevin heaven. Yes, really. I got myself a dodgy copy of their new show, Chaotic and I’m hooked. Disappointing that it only lasted like 5 episodes but what a wonderful 5 episodes they were. Really, there is no sarcasm there whatsoever, it really was fabulous. Can I reiterate that point enough? Truly spectacular. What are these adjectives I’m using? Anyway, that girl is so hot, well from what I could make out of her through the TV fuzz she was, and man I need some more of her… Reaching for the toothbrush…
Anyway, I meant to keep this entry briefer than my dalliances with boys at age 15 but as per usual I find my ability to write in short, concise sentences near to impossible so I apologise for this mammoth, all-over-the-place, come-back post.
And so I go nurse my ‘I’ve way over-eaten’ sore head while sniffing the new hair product in my newly highlighted hair… yum delicious.
Deep Dish’s new album George is On
Kitten’s, I want one so badly
My new hot ass Dunlop trainers, dyed fuchsia pink
Holidays, looking after my pups
Driving, beep beep, toot toot, stay off the road The Fee is getting lessons, woah
Sugar Rush, laughing my lesbo ass off still
Alice and Dana, too cute, too funny
Burns that leave a mucky scar
Only 4 days of holiday left :-(
Jenny, L Word, no explanation necessary
Shane’s hair, L Word
Not getting my fat ass into my new ebay belt. Damn you chubby.
7/28/2005 03:07:00 PM
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