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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
Age 23, living in sin in Twickenham with Cheesy
Likes
Movies
Books
Writing
Theatre
Hugs
Kittens
Chess
Scrabble (mostly beating Cheesy's butt)
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Dislikes
Vegetables
Arguments
Cleaning
Trashy TV
Pretensions
Public Transport
Pets
Rabbits-Bambi, Fern, Sooty, Pippa-all deceased
Dog-Sammy-deceased :(
Fish-CatFlap-recently (and finally!) deceased
Cat-Tiggy-still scratching
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Technically Rachel
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Friday, February 06, 2004
It's my birthday in exactly one month. Get shopping people! I want lots of pretty things and no chocolate.
Couldn't sleep last night - was up fidgeting about until 2am - and when you need to get up at 6:30am, that really sucks. Everyone keeps asking me if I'm worried about anything. I don't think I am. Off the top of my head I can't think of any real problems in my life - certainly not ones I would lose sleep over. Very strange. I was also asked if I'd eaten a load of chocolate. Obviously, no. Maybe it's cause I'm not eating sugar. Maybe my body's going:
"Hey, what's up? Where's my sugar? You know I can't sleep without my sugar!"
"You can't have sugar - it makes you ill"
"Sod that - give me sugar"
"No - shut up"
"You suck! I'm gonna stay awake ALL night now! You just see if I don't!"
"You still can't have sugar"
"FINE! grumble grumble grumble"
Day 5: no sugar. The orange marmalade is staring at me. So are the KitKats. Little buggers.
9:41 am
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