I need to talk about this.

I took a nap in the afternoon, and now I'm awake. No one in her right mind should be awake at half five on a Saturday morning, but I've never claimed to be in my right mind.

I'm glad I know the people I know. Thank you for all the hugs and love.

( I should cut this so I don't annoy everyone. )

I'm sane again. For the mo.

Okay. Back to normal life for Sonja. No more rambling whingey posts about shit I can't control. Unless it's fandom, then I'll rant all I want, thankyou.

I am doing a sequel to Stupid Girl. It's going to be sappy, yesh. I need some Orlijah Fluffy Stuff in my life at present, so I'm going to write it myself.

I've got this really spiffing tartan bondage skirt with a zip that zips all the way down to the hem, and I fucking ripped it today. I'll have to try and mend it, but sewing is not my forte by any stretch of the imagination. Fucking skirt. It's almost like Burberry sort of tartan, but not quite, y'know? Good shit, this skirt. I was going to wear it over to Jonathan's to watch Trainspotting, but now I have to change. Bugger!

Hah.

You'd all be proud of me. Only had one pint of Teh Guinness today, and that was nearly ten hours ago, with lunch! I'll make up for it later though. The night is young, and so am I.

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