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I am utterly Lost.

'What did I tell you? Anything we need, the island will produce it for us, even a girl'.

I was born on Christmas Day 1986 while My Mum was in agony no doubt cursing me for my already inconvienient nature My Dad watched Swiss Family Robinsons with a paper hat on his head on a labour ward. My three older sisters after being awoken at 3am to hurridly open presents so my Mum could get to Hospital and get on with the job at hand ate turkey in a neighbours house plotting names like Jesus for me.

Having my Birthday on Christmas day has on the whole been something I may have been a little ungrateful for in the past. I always felt I was missing out on something everyone else had which was a normal birthday in which no one else got presents and cards and you felt really special. I for many years declared absolute war on Christmas and spent a few stoned and bitter in my bed untill dinner was ready.

This year I have shed my wrinkled bitter scrooge skin of yesterday and decided that in actual fact I really am quite lucky to have my birthday on a day in which some other people get to feel special too.

2 Years ago on Christmas Eve, I was depressed, I had recently broken up with my boyfriend of the time, I had been looking after my sisters Kittens for two days while she was away, I locked myself in her house and wanted to die, I canccelled any form of celebration, I cried for ten hours. Then I got drunk with said ex and stumbled to a bog standard chain pub to wallow in my misery with the cause of it, who soon got drunk and high , was sick and left.

Then I met Mike...

Mike was with 2 of my friends in said rubbish chain pub and we talked all night about writing and reading and obscure conspiracy theories. I wont bore you with details.Two years on we live together in a house which he has allowed me to cover in cute crap I love and he tolerates. Mike has made me love Christmas & My Birthday for the first time since childhood. I sometimes feel overwhelmed by his Love.

This Year for the first time since childhood I'm Really Fucking Excited!!!!

Im sitting at my desk in work typing this with a crown on my head insisting My work collegues listen to Christmas Music, I have spent all my wages on presents which I have wrapped and put under our over stuffed Tree.

I have turned into the me of 2 years ago's worst enemy, but Fuck it I'm happy.

This has been more cheesey and awful than I intended but I had to get it out. I will add more later when at home.

Love to you all at Christmas, I hope you get to live it like an overexcited child too.

xxxxxx

Mu

Babies and the mothers in shopping centres.

There has never been so many babies.

Millions of them everywhere and the women they looked so whole.

Out of nowhere I cried in the cereal aisle.

Its always the most empty this time of year.

25 Bedford Street

Home. ( 6 months of Bedford Street and today we signed for another year)

The color of winter is in the imagination.

I wasted a weekend on sadness. Tottaly uterrly wasted it, need to stop doing that or it will waste me along with my weekends. It's cold today colder than it has been for a long time, I'm hoping for snow. I have had two hours sleep, I'm at work. Positive note, I have fallen in love. Following a beautiful print my sister gave me for my birthday last year, I have been trying to find out where it was from, this weekend I found it http://www.belleandboo.com/ I have decided that I want to get new tattoos on the back of my legs one for left one for right and here they are: Beautiful, really. Have a Lovely Day.

Craftcheeseslices

I used to call these crap cheese slices as a child and genuinely thought that's what they were called. I was wrong. Obviously.

I guess subconsciously that's a good start to this blog, for once, I'm not going to put a poem or document some emotional epiphany, its more an everyday sorta blog about little details that together make up the every day which in turn makes up my life.

This weekend, after a week of flu both mine and the Misters , I felt completely bored of both the internet, books and Television and lacking the funds and warmth to go outside and play, I turned to crafts. Now I think I may outwardly seem as someone who likes crafts, and in fact I would class myself as someone who does. Problem is I never actually fucking make anything that isn't food based. Seriously EVER I never finished anything i

n Tech, in my school report my teachers were a few pol

ite words away from calling me flaky!! I admit it, I'm a craft fraud. I buy home-made looking shit off motivated and talented strangers in order to not pretend as such but maybe insinuate I could have made it myself.

Well, I decided it was time to maybe try and finish something that I started. It was 1am, I had drunk a bottle of wine. I decided I would make a cushion using my meagre resources.

Ingredients

1 Slightly Drunk Craft Fraud

A sewing kit my boyfriend bought from the corner shop months ago

An old dress, ruined beyond repair by my slapdash nature or looking after things

A pillow from our spare room

(apologies to any of you who stay in our spare room your head may be slightly less comfy next time)

The End Result

OK, in the real world to a real person who believes in their own abilities this is a bit of a shitty pillow, but to me it seemed in my drunken state at 4am with sore fingers and a living room full of pillow innards that it meant I can now do anything in the world.

So the next day, invigorated by my wonky seamed success the only viable step seemed to be to make a silly pig teddy. and thats exactly what I did. Pocket Pig was born.

He now lives on our fire place.

I might give up now, I have just consumed a rather lush prawn stir fry cooked by the Mister and my fags are calling my name. More to Come.

Leave my body to the birds

A feeling can spread like a disease taking your body and mind prisoner. My moods lead, leaving me in their wake,twisting everything beyond recognition .Turning. The. Lights. Out. Sometimes I feel so powerful in my Deppression and in my anger. I feel on the edge enough to make a change, or maybe just to fuck some shit up But usually the shit I fuck up isnt the right shit, its some other shit I actually love and enjoy. I want to run and never stop and end up by the shore.