Dear Readers

I gotta say, I do admire you for being cautious! Some people wouldn't care! Though saying that, no offence intended, but I stay well clear of anyone with coldsores as if I get one, I will get loads!

~insert name~

Yeah man, I stay clear of people who get coldsores too, I have no idea how I caught them in the first place. Well, ok, it's obvious how I caught them but... you know... I'm pretty careful with that sort of thing so it sucks that I got caught out. I've been getting them for like a year now and it flares up whenever I'm stressed out or not sleeping well and that's fairly often. Pretty easy to keep them in check though.

i think it'd be easier if my husband ran off with another man... at least it wouldn't be my fault as he was just made that way haha.
x

i can imagine a male prostitute might be more upsetting if they didn't know their husband was into dudes lol.

& skull.

I wondered where you went. I didn't write out of feeling neglected. But I'm moving house now, so ppbbrrtt, take that! And I don't post my daily life here obviously, just writing bits. Life stuff is on livejournal.

ppbbrrrtt? What's that? A fart noise? You filthy bugger.
God, how many journals/blogs/diaries do you have? Each one to say something different? That is so... typical... of you... hahaha. Too cute. *tickles you til you drool and snot everywhere*

I have roughly 18 different blogs, that are all semi-dedicated to completely different things. I like starting over but there's always that inevitable return to self/procrastination. Still, I have good intentions.

AH NOW I AM EMBARRASSED

I was sleeping, dammit.
And you don't want comments when I'm not awake. I'll be back later.
RYC: Heh. I forget about the converse button. I'm oldschool bloop (my number used to be 551 not that that means anything anymore *laugh*) and I have diary links get up to go to last entry the way Steve intended!
I don't think they're that grusome. This was a finish-up surgery, and wasn't very spectacular. Not like last time (and I have pics of that). But my Artist took some good cam pics, which I probably should put up on facebook or something. I'm just lazy.
I know! I updated! The world is going to end!
I think my Artist is going to cross the line soon from encouraging me to write to ordering me to write. His ideas for entries have moved from "it could be interesting if" to "you should".
*shiver* I like to be useful...
And besides, I have a nervous breakdown to document, while I try to rehab myself into being a functional adult, which I've never been.
I just hate how it feels like it's all been said before. My words were my art, the only thing I felt I could do creatively instead of mimicry.
Anyway. I need coffee. I'll be back.