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| 26 Sep 11 | You're so vain... | (26 Sep 11, 8:54 PM by caprycorn) |
| So do you think this blog is about you? Never know, it might just be. I am in a fucker of a mood after all. [more...] | ||
| 2 Sep 11 | Ladies who lunch | (2 Sep 11, 7:58 PM by caprycorn) |
| Some time off work and it was time to be self indulgent. Small person is back at school and so it was a day out today, with the other small person (short but definitely adult) in my life. J doesn't count as small, more grizzly bear-like especially when he needs a shave. Anyone who makes me look petite (a difficult feat and yet one he manages with ease) is a positive bonus. [more...] | ||
| 23 Aug 11 | Bizarre | (23 Aug 11, 10:14 PM by caprycorn) |
| I've been shopping. [more...] | ||
| 21 Aug 11 | Red | (21 Aug 11, 4:35 PM by caprycorn) |
| I had a wedding to go to, not so long ago. Not your normal run of the mill wedding - is anything ever normal round here? Probably not. Anyway, this wedding was between two people who I love dearly, and I needed a dress. [more...] | ||
| 5 Aug 11 | Pleasure in pain | (5 Aug 11, 10:15 PM by caprycorn) |
| Slightly well oiled with pink wine and good company (always a bonus). Herself is shooting tomorrow (pictures not wildlife) so I drank the majority of a rather luscious french rose. For the pedants amongst you, apply an accent to the last e on rose - I can't be fecked to go hunting round the keyboard for it. [more...] | ||
| 2 Aug 11 | Preventative measures | (2 Aug 11, 10:08 PM by caprycorn) |
| I've never got on well with contraception. Don't get me wrong, I'm spectacularly fond of it as a concept, and indeed am tremendously grateful to it for ensuring that I am not hip deep in rugrats. However the actualities of it are somewhat more complicated - well, so far as I am concerned anyway. [more...] | ||
| 31 Jul 11 | Days like these | (31 Jul 11, 9:09 AM by caprycorn) |
| I've come to the conclusion that the older I get (and I am so terribly old) the more contrary I become. I think that means that by the time I reach my six score years and ten (depending if I reach it at all as it's entirely possible that my best beloveds will have murdered me and buried me under the patio by then. It's fair to say that I will have driven them to it out of sheer buggeration) I'll be so wilfully contrary that I'll swear that black is white, just for the sake of it. [more...] | ||
| 18 May 11 | Slut walks and just say no | (18 May 11, 9:23 PM by caprycorn) |
| Vile puppy has been rolling in something disgusting. He stinks, absolutely rancid. I've attacked him with babywipes but now he smells like saccharine wrapped rancidness. It's not a good thing. He may have to be bathed which is a pain in the ass as that means I have to clean the bath after I clean the dog. One should use a bath to clean oneself - one should not have to clean it. That's my rule and I'm sticking to it (although I do clean the bath (and indeed the bathroom) at least once a week. Cleaning is a timesink. I need to be rich and employ someone to do it. And to bath [more...] | ||
| 17 May 11 | Friends | (17 May 11, 8:11 PM by caprycorn) |
| So it's been a while, one thing and another. Lack of inspiration, stupidly busy with work. Sherbetface growing up (and wanting curls - soft sponge rollers duly applied, she's happy. I never wanted curls. I wanted to be a steeplechase jockey. Therein lies the difference - hers is a more modest ambition, easily achieved and mine lead to a severe injury and a spine with more kinks than Max Mosely. Rollers were perhaps the better option, thinking about it.) [more...] | ||
| 31 Oct 10 | Dyspraxia does NOT rule ok | (31 Oct 10, 5:21 PM by caprycorn) |
| For those that know me in that glorious thing called real life, they will confirm that I am terribly clumsy. I wish to glide with grace, but am more likely to fall over my own feet. Or someone else's. Or nothing at all, come to that. [more...] | ||
| 5 Sep 10 | Blood and mojo | (5 Sep 10, 10:00 PM by caprycorn) |
| It's been a difficult few months really for many reasons. Difficult in that I've lost my mojo, and repeated searches under the sofa haven't found it again. I've found many things, dog chews, fluff, thirty four pence in coppers, a CD I thought I'd lost and several hair bobbles but no mojo. Until this afternoon. [more...] | ||
| 24 Aug 10 | With special thanks to Seabiscuit | (24 Aug 10, 4:26 PM by caprycorn) |
| So, I had a spot. A huge one on my jawline, one of those "under the skin but definitely needs to be popped" kind of bubos. I'd given it the odd prod but it wasn't for being co-operative at all. I hate those kinds of spots. (My worst ever was one on my chin that was so large that my darling daughter christened it Humphrey the Hump. This puppy wasn't quite so bad but definitely of similar ilk). [more...] | ||
| 16 Aug 10 | An unfortunate fondness for Abba | (16 Aug 10, 8:32 PM by caprycorn) |
| Not me, I've always been a rock and indie kind of girl. Oh and dance music when certain substances were partaken of, in my dim and distant past. Not any more though even though I do still like to dance. However my darling uncle, very recently deceased, he loved them. Abba, that is, not illicit substances although he did like the odd whisky when he thought my aunt wasn't looking. [more...] | ||
| 11 Aug 10 | Need! | (11 Aug 10, 6:19 PM by caprycorn) |
| I need a massage. I need to have the oiled hands of a masseuse with dominatrix tendencies working into my back and shoulder muscles. Look, she enjoyed hearing me groan, especially when she twisted my arm up my back and dug her fingers into my trapezoids. Is it wrong that I enjoyed it as much as I did? Probably not. [more...] | ||
| 5 Aug 10 | Remembrance | (5 Aug 10, 12:57 PM by caprycorn) |
| I used to love the sweet shop when I was a little girl. A five pence mix, mojos, blackjacks, fruit salads, white mice, shrimps. Packets of candy cigarettes for three pence, toffee logs at two for a penny. And occasionally, if I'd saved my spends, I'd splurge on something like a marsbar. [more...] | ||
| 4 Aug 10 | Frustration | (4 Aug 10, 6:48 PM by caprycorn) |
| There are times when I want to be beaten, and hard. To lose myself in pain, to be welted and hard. To have welt marks and bruises and to be HURT. To have my throat hoarse from crying as well as from fingers twisting in my collar till the world turns hazy red. Pain. Pain on pain on pain. To crawl, plead, abase myself. And when I don't think I can take any more, to be made to beg for it. To be used for the aggressive dark decadent pleasures of another, and to be helpless in that storm but desperate for more. To feel the lassitude and heavy limbed somnolence that follows. [more...] | ||
| 27 Jul 10 | Fading away | (27 Jul 10, 5:52 PM by caprycorn) |
| I have a huge family. More aunts, uncles and cousins than I care to think about and certainly too many to fit in one place unless such place was a very large field. Second cousins, third cousins, children of, wives of, husbands of. A prolific lot, and if the war hadn't intervened then my mother would probably have had at least another three more sisters or brothers than she already has got (we're very fecund, it's a miracle that SherbetFace is an only child and grim determination will keep her one). [more...] | ||
| 26 Jul 10 | Scars | (26 Jul 10, 5:57 PM by caprycorn) |
| I was looking at my hands earlier. Not something I spend much time doing, in fairness. But for some reason, I'm tanned at the moment despite the recent deluges, and there are a number of scars that are showing in sharp relief right now. [more...] | ||
| 16 Jul 10 | Battered round the edges | (16 Jul 10, 5:19 PM by caprycorn) |
| It's not been the best of years, this 2010. In fact, it's been a bit shite. [more...] | ||
| 14 Jul 10 | Thunderstorms | (14 Jul 10, 9:18 PM by caprycorn) |
| I have a fetish for thunderstorms. I adore the drama, the ozone zing, the rumbling crash of the thunder, the dark clouds in a rolling mass blotting out the sun. If I can, I'll sit outside in a thunderstorm, soaking up the rain and lifting my face to the sky. [more...] | ||
