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My brother is a shit. My mum was all set to shave round my head, and re-do my undercut. Bleach highlights and turn them pink. I mean... result!! But... my brother mislaid the shavers, so mum couldn't do it, and we ran out of time. I'm now sat here with a mohawk. it looks kinda cute, but not me. It's more my brother, who does have one. So I'm back on Netgoff. We're watching strippers programme on ch4. IT's not that good. Would prefer hardcore porn to be honest.

I spent over an hour on the phone to Zell last night. It was nice to talk for that long. Ok, so it was me doing most of the talking, and we decided that romance was dead. I've got as much chance of a romantic anything as I have of becoming queen. but it's nice to be this close to someone. Just wish I was about 100 miles closer... *sigh*

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Ever since I can remember, I've wanted to be one of those striking people who can wear as little as they want and look good. Last night on Muriel's wedding, her friend was wearing a fantastic outfit in pvc. I've just been looking at an unnamed netgoth's webpage, and she's one of these people. I want to be able to dress like lara croft and look good. I wouldn't even mind if it meant I had little boobs. All I can think about though is that I'd be a different person if this happened. I'd never manage it; my bones are too big. I was never built to be a stick. I'd like to have less of a middle. My legs are alright, boobs too *both apart from the scars* but I bruise too easily. There was a point to this. I dunno, been discussing the whole "Romance Is Dead" thing with people. I'd love to have a bit of romance, but who am I to change people? night.