October 14, 2004 @ 2:06 p.m.
"My mirror ball, my secret life"

Bloody Diaryland, delete my diary, hey? Just because I haven't updated since April? Hmph! Also, I don't know what happened to me getting emails when people sign the guestbook, but it doesn't happen anymore so I got to read nice messages today. Whoo!

It feels strange to type into this little white box surrounded by blue again. Strange, but good.

Changes and upheavals have been afoot in Twisterland. I've moved out of Castle Anthrax and am well and truly living in the deadened heart of suburbia; not that I wasn't already, but now I'm in one of the minor arteries or something. This metaphor isn't working very well.

I'm doing my Honours degree and am severely worried I won't have the marks to get into a Masters. The fact that I am now officially An Award-Winning Author(TM) does not make this any easier.

Stu and I got invited to an orgy, but then it got cancelled. I was a bit sad about it, but then I met some of the people who would have been going. After that, I was relieved. Must make a point of remembering that some people's idea of fuckable varies drastically from my own. Some people's only criterion seems to be that their partner has bits that other bits can go inside. I am a little bit choosier, in that I demand outrageous things of a sexual partner, such as personal hygiene, and a personality.

Not to worry. I am sure there will be many more exciting sexual adventures, despite New House's paper-thin walls. Mmm. Sex-moantastic!

It's good to be back.

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