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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, July 10, 2006
Urgh. I ache from all the cleaning! The lounge was viciously attacked by a hoover, duster and bin bag at the weekend. It's never been so amazingly clean - the carpet is blue again! Problem is now it doesn't match with the rest of the flat (which is a PIGSTY!) and it took so goddamn long do the lounge I can't face the rest of it.
So sore I didn't go swimming, to yoga or to ballet.
Ballet? Yoga! I hear you cry.
Yoga is to be expected I suppose - I've been whinging about a desire to do it for ages. My inflexibility is so damn embarrassing that I've been putting it off. But I went and it was good, so I'll most likely go again.
The Ballet thing - don't worry, you shall not be seeing me prance around a stage in a tutu anytime soon. It's more an exercise thing - after all, my two left feet and generally embarrassing nutter-dancing-style is hardly compatible to any aspirations to dance properly. But it will improve my co-ordination, posture, and it's more of a work out than you would think. So I'll keep going - I'll have to get over the dancer-bitches glances, which isn't a problem. Growing up at the theatre there were plenty of dancer-bitches. Admittedly, I was never trying to dance in front of them before, but still.
We have a new person working with us. I shall call her the Pink Lady. She's obsessed with pink. She wears a pink top EVERY day. Actually I lie - I was gobsmacked today when she walked in with a yellow top - although it still had a pink vest under it. I swear to you - a whole month, every day a pink top. The tragedy of it is, she really doesn't suit pink. There's a shade of skin and hair colour that's just a stage before ginger. Somewhere inbetween brown hair and red. Not even really strawberry, but nearly there. Skin again, between english pale and freckly redhead. In other words, NOT a complexion for pink. A complexion that can look great with a whole range of other colours, but definitely not pink. Especially baby pink. The fuscia pink actually looks really good on her, but baby pink is a no-no. And her favourite colour of choice. The day she turns up wearing no pink, I'm gonna buy her a nice cake or a drink of some kind - see if I can set in some positive associations. If she comes in wearing black I might give her a tenner.
6:48 pm
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