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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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Monday, February 28, 2005
For the first time ever, it seems I am letting my birthday pass without much of a to-do. You see, normally there are banners and parades forewarning of its coming. Not this year though. Could be to do with it being the landmark 25 I suppose. Or maybe just cause I've been so ill the last week the idea of celebrating anything has me running for my duvet. Yes, the winter bug got me. With the mother of all stomach-flu. Which when you have Crohn's Disease is no barrel of laughs. Flare-up city. So now I'm on antibiotics and things generally seem to be clearing up. This was no consolation on our end-of-work do on Friday - fully paid up food and booze and I'm on water and soup.
And an early night. Yay. Managed to make it home on Saturday for Bron's production of "Time Of My Life" in Chorley - which was very good and very sweet. Good job all round. It's a really nice play - a shame it doesn't get done more often. Then again it's gotta be tough to choose amongst Alan Ayckbourn's a-million-and-one plays.
In the process of being ill I forgot to renew my car tax - I don't do things wrong on purpose, so when these things happen I sweat like the local bobby is about to come round and cart me off for being a day late with my payment.
And London still smells. The temptation to move back up north grows daily.
So, in the spirit of my unenthusiasm, any ideas for my birthday? Cause I got nothin.
7:12 pm
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