Hot Patootie Hallowe'en party at London Stone, 2008.
It's always Ladies' Night in my pants.
IAM
nineteen years old | five foot four | eight stone | queer | vegan | English | inked | pierced | an only child | a weakling | no longer single
GOOD TIMES
euphoria | vegan cheese | creating something out of nothing | dogs | watching rugby down the pub | when the words come out right | flip-flops | messing about | paying my own way | exploring the great unknown | travelling light | innovation | daydreaming | spontaneity | guacamole and salsa
BAD TIMES
being poor | teetotalling | neds | 'it's just a phase' | hardcore dancing | emotional breakdowns | writer's block | heterosexism | disappointing my parents | exams | no vegan options | spiders | unrequited feelings | sick pets | broken bones
My taurine nose: I got my septum pierced at Studio XIII, Edinburgh, at one of the worst parts of the broken ankle saga, to give me hope.
xxxx
5am Ink Rubbing: I lose my DIY ink rubbing virginity.
On An Entry
2008/09/18 06:40
I just read an awesome experience of a nostril piercing - Sept 11th, I think - that was done at Studio 13 in Edinburgh. My studio. (I'm not in Edina anymore, sob.) Done by Kate, too! Oh, wow. Takes me back. My first proper studio, where I was a regular, where over half of my piercings were done.
Zawa, if you ever read this: great writing! :)
Boys Who Like Girls
2008/09/15 08:24
I'm sick of bouncing between two poles. There we go again, with the polar definitions! Sometimes I think that labels are so last millennium and there should be free love and sex abounding. Sometimes I wish I could just figure myself out: boy or girl. I'm okay, I can deal with unspecified orientation. But AM I A CHICK OR A DUDE?
Ugh.
My newest joke:
2008/09/02 02:31
Q: How do worms smuggle stuff through Customs?
A: Wormholes.
Lunatic Fringe
2008/09/02 02:25
The Edinburgh Fringe is over. If we didn't know it by the 25th, we would've been alerted by the orgy of fireworks from the Castle last night. With us, life in the Scottish capital goes on apace: nightly comedy, hillclimbing, getting stoned in playparks, the usual. The streets are emptier, though.
Off to London soon. Who knows where that'll take me?
