| Keely ( @ 2009-04-12 11:13:00 |
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I get along
I probably haven't been updating enough. I'm in limbo, but it's okay. Coping mechanisms are what life's about! I went to bed last night thinking that I might finally have caught chicken pox, after all of these years. I was a little bit excited about it, I'd thought up all these pox-related puns that I could phone my friends & say to them today. Turns out it's just the most extreme stress rash I've ever had. When did my skin decide that it hated me? I treat it very well these days! I don't take drugs, I don't smoke, I moisturise twice a day with an award-winning £1.50 Aldi moisturiser & I drink so much water that approximately 70% of my day is spent peeing. Still, it spurns me.
My skin - "Little bit stressed are you, Keely?"
Me - "I don't feel that stressed, no, not really, thanks!"
My skin - "Well, you're wrong...*BAMPOWWHAP* Here, have a massive, disfiguring rash all over your neck, torso, legs & let's just throw in the arms too, for good measure"
Me - "Fuck you, skin! One day I will get my revenge by injecting botox in to you & eventually YOU WILL ROT"
I have no friends around here, I do just sit around wondering what conversations with my own organs would be like, could they speak. They're disgruntled fuckers, especially my liver, that's just waiting to get revenge.
I came back from Ireland a few days ago (with real friends, not just my organs), it was amazing. Everyone spoke like they were in Boyzone, & even though Dublin actually raped my purse in a way I'd never experienced before, I fell in love with the place. I had a 16-hour wait in Bristol airport before I managed to leave, wrote a load of letters & turned in to Snow White (in that birds came to me, I still can't sing & although I'm trying, aren't nearly as optimistic as that chirpy bitch)

I like things in places they shouldn't be, & I like the way the duct tape on the floor looked like a twig. I also spent about 5 minutes imagining that the bird had to catch a plane, too. "Fuck this migration shit, have you seen the prices at bmibaby?!".
I'd better write this essay & scratch myself for a few hours then, I suppose.