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[miss_squiddy]

Last night, I managed to splash borax all over myself at fiery-burny death and went home looking like the victim of a savage bukkakey-ing. Apart from that, things went well, and after a bit of swearing (and a short stint waving a propane torch around shouting 'why won't you melt, you headless bint?') I am now over halfway through my latest project (and have developed an inherent hatred of wire-work).

Also, I should be stopped from impulse buying. My latest purchase? A trip to Germany with a bunch of goth-types. Oops. That'll be the second one I've booked this year.

Meanwhile, in the real world...
RAF re-train ex-officer as poledancer. "I only wrote it on the form as a joke" protests ex Wing-Commander Jimmy Hendersfield (now known as Angel).

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[miss_squiddy]

It's not actually as bad as all that. I may have exaggerated slightly.

[-lexx.livejournal.com]

Yea I am alive.

Will have a house soon so you can visit me :oD

*SNOGZ*

[miss_squiddy]

*Squee!*

Where where?

[-lexx.livejournal.com]

In Luton (sadly).

Still no parents etc...

SHAGATHON!!!! (participants pending)