Good Evening,
Thank you for the many readers who informed me last night about the charging of
Steven Wright with the five girls death. Tom Stephens our hapless suitor, has been released on police bail and Mr Wright will be retained in police custody until he is due to appear in court on January 2.
There has been a strict media ban on all speculation about the case; everyone is entitled to a fair trial and so on. Therefore, I will continue to talk on my US based forum and leave this one clean.
I am going to at least attempt to be a responsible author of media.
Feel free to email me at heroinegirl@gmail.com if you wish to discuss news!
This week has afforded me some time to read some of my favorite blogs. I simply must mention two AWESOME
posts, they run under each other on
Only A Guests Blog. Kal, a young (single and hot and email me if ladyfriends are interested) australian friend has endeared himself, little by little on his blog and I have watched in the wings (mother hen syndrome in effect) as he has discovered his authentic voice, a creative style that fits. In blogging (like it's an art or something, well I prefer religion) establishing your 'characteristic (?) cadence can take years to discover. For some lucky writers, (who know every well who they are) it can be from the first word typed or it can never happen altogether. But for the precious few, it really
can happen overnight. Just when you think your blog is pointless, that no one reads your words (probably true for 60% of bloggers) or is affected by them - magic happens. Anyways, I really wish to encourage his writing - I think you will agree there is something warmly personable about him, it's self depreciating but not in a lewd or offensive way, it's gentle, honest and kind. Everyone could do with someone like Kal-El in their life. I love him, always have. Do me one Christmas present - read his posts on childhood and commment, let him know your thoughts and spread the goodwill. Links don't cost a thing this Christmas.
LINK Thank you to Belle and all the girls for linking to me and of course the lads - much love. The more my counter goes up (what I am not going to pretend for one minute that I'm not even slightly shy) the more motivated I am to share the traffic, it's the thing to do. Someone mentioned that a large percentage of my links are Call girls. They added that this blog was meant to be a fresh start. One thing I have learnt from my recovery, is the only thing you can ever salvage from something painful is the people who truly love you, believe in you and will grow alongside you. All of these women are strong minded, sexy and liberating. It's not what you do, that dictates my links, it's who you are and how you make me think, feel and respond to the writing.
This is why I link to whoever I want to -end of.
well one more thing.. Each one of my links is someone that I read often, speak outside the blog and enjoy a friendship with. I'm always looking for new talent and do let me know if you find similar treasures. No emo goths please. And no soccer mum's who say SMBO and SWPO all the time and pretend that Desperate Housewives is all about them because their minivan keeps breaking down . I do like knitting blogs though and I do enjoy reading people with interesting jobs like parking ticket inspectors and judges (no law students please).
I am going to do some writing tonight, I have some nice music and I feel inspired.
Christmas has been a real chaos - I always feel like I am not spending enough, I always say 'I'm only buying a few presents this year'. Then they buy you something and you feel scabby for not getting them something, or you just want to. It's become so pressured to spend, spend, spend and it really freaks me out! Londoners have spent 6 million dollars on christmas already this year (London Lite) and I'm quite sure half of those presents are from people that have uttered the familar lines of 'fuck it - it's just going to have to do' or 'do you think this looks cheap?' or 'this is kinda what she said she wanted, but different' or 'I have no fucking idea but it's the thought that counts right - RIGHT!!??'
I'm telling you, anything with a bow on it and only a few footprints was looking 'just fine' at 4pm this afternoon in Wood Green. {Insert joke about my neighbourhood here) I jostled with other punters, swept along in a sea of grimaces and mammoth shopping bags and sticky, screaming children. My head hurt by the end of it and then God decided that I would get my period whilst in line behind 24 shoppers at HMV. Ten minutes ago I decided that I could get the gift voucher another time, when a girl gets a gush - a girl has to go. For the five male readers of this site that have just reeled in horror at the mention of gushing and period in the same sentence, I can assure you this is a normal occurance of 50% of the population. Beware, we also buy tampons and we even insert them whilst in your toilets! Scandal. Yes, I'm taking the piss.
Tonight I am supposed to be going to have drinks in town, but the fog and the cold have convinced me that I'd only be a dead wieght. Besides, I am doing well with the no toxins policy or as I affectionately call it 'The Muslim Diet'. This means no cocaine, no tequila, no red wine (yelp) no vodka, lime and soda and no extasy. Trust me, it was quite the cocktail and my liver is thanking me for the 'change in my religon'. No muslims were killed in this social experiment. Thankyou.
It was to be a NYE resolution but I saw no need to stall any longer. Basically, I have decided to grow up and give my brain a good old fashion rest, I told you about my rapidly diminishing short term memory and I figure this abstinence can only give me a clearer insight into whether this is long term or just a side effect of London. In Australia, my problems with drugs (namely heroin) seemed to have ended, little did I know that temptation comes in many forms and follows you across the Pacific. I'm not saying 'I'm Kate Moss's in training' or that I snort Blow for breakfast - I'm just saying that 2007 is going to be 33% better.
Merry Christmas, I hope you don't end up burning any turkeys, chastising your drunk relatives for not appreciating your style of music/hairstyle/dinner date or recieving dissapointing gifts from loved ones that you will never really use. But hey, who am I kidding - that's what Christmas is all about!
I'm sure we can survive it.
xoxox
Thank you for the many readers who informed me last night about the charging of Steven Wright with the five girls death. Tom Stephens our hapless suitor, has been released on police bail and Mr Wright will be retained in police custody until he is due to appear in court on January 2. There has been a strict media ban on all speculation about the case; everyone is entitled to a fair trial and so on. Therefore, I will continue to talk on my US based forum and leave this one clean.
I am going to at least attempt to be a responsible author of media.
Feel free to email me at heroinegirl@gmail.com if you wish to discuss news!
This week has afforded me some time to read some of my favorite blogs. I simply must mention two AWESOME posts, they run under each other on Only A Guests Blog. Kal, a young (single and hot and email me if ladyfriends are interested) australian friend has endeared himself, little by little on his blog and I have watched in the wings (mother hen syndrome in effect) as he has discovered his authentic voice, a creative style that fits. In blogging (like it's an art or something, well I prefer religion) establishing your 'characteristic (?) cadence can take years to discover. For some lucky writers, (who know every well who they are) it can be from the first word typed or it can never happen altogether. But for the precious few, it really can happen overnight. Just when you think your blog is pointless, that no one reads your words (probably true for 60% of bloggers) or is affected by them - magic happens. Anyways, I really wish to encourage his writing - I think you will agree there is something warmly personable about him, it's self depreciating but not in a lewd or offensive way, it's gentle, honest and kind. Everyone could do with someone like Kal-El in their life. I love him, always have. Do me one Christmas present - read his posts on childhood and commment, let him know your thoughts and spread the goodwill. Links don't cost a thing this Christmas.
LINK
Thank you to Belle and all the girls for linking to me and of course the lads - much love. The more my counter goes up (what I am not going to pretend for one minute that I'm not even slightly shy) the more motivated I am to share the traffic, it's the thing to do. Someone mentioned that a large percentage of my links are Call girls. They added that this blog was meant to be a fresh start. One thing I have learnt from my recovery, is the only thing you can ever salvage from something painful is the people who truly love you, believe in you and will grow alongside you. All of these women are strong minded, sexy and liberating. It's not what you do, that dictates my links, it's who you are and how you make me think, feel and respond to the writing.
This is why I link to whoever I want to -end of.
well one more thing.. Each one of my links is someone that I read often, speak outside the blog and enjoy a friendship with. I'm always looking for new talent and do let me know if you find similar treasures. No emo goths please. And no soccer mum's who say SMBO and SWPO all the time and pretend that Desperate Housewives is all about them because their minivan keeps breaking down . I do like knitting blogs though and I do enjoy reading people with interesting jobs like parking ticket inspectors and judges (no law students please).
I am going to do some writing tonight, I have some nice music and I feel inspired.
Christmas has been a real chaos - I always feel like I am not spending enough, I always say 'I'm only buying a few presents this year'. Then they buy you something and you feel scabby for not getting them something, or you just want to. It's become so pressured to spend, spend, spend and it really freaks me out! Londoners have spent 6 million dollars on christmas already this year (London Lite) and I'm quite sure half of those presents are from people that have uttered the familar lines of 'fuck it - it's just going to have to do' or 'do you think this looks cheap?' or 'this is kinda what she said she wanted, but different' or 'I have no fucking idea but it's the thought that counts right - RIGHT!!??'
I'm telling you, anything with a bow on it and only a few footprints was looking 'just fine' at 4pm this afternoon in Wood Green. {Insert joke about my neighbourhood here) I jostled with other punters, swept along in a sea of grimaces and mammoth shopping bags and sticky, screaming children. My head hurt by the end of it and then God decided that I would get my period whilst in line behind 24 shoppers at HMV. Ten minutes ago I decided that I could get the gift voucher another time, when a girl gets a gush - a girl has to go. For the five male readers of this site that have just reeled in horror at the mention of gushing and period in the same sentence, I can assure you this is a normal occurance of 50% of the population. Beware, we also buy tampons and we even insert them whilst in your toilets! Scandal. Yes, I'm taking the piss.
Tonight I am supposed to be going to have drinks in town, but the fog and the cold have convinced me that I'd only be a dead wieght. Besides, I am doing well with the no toxins policy or as I affectionately call it 'The Muslim Diet'. This means no cocaine, no tequila, no red wine (yelp) no vodka, lime and soda and no extasy. Trust me, it was quite the cocktail and my liver is thanking me for the 'change in my religon'. No muslims were killed in this social experiment. Thankyou.
It was to be a NYE resolution but I saw no need to stall any longer. Basically, I have decided to grow up and give my brain a good old fashion rest, I told you about my rapidly diminishing short term memory and I figure this abstinence can only give me a clearer insight into whether this is long term or just a side effect of London. In Australia, my problems with drugs (namely heroin) seemed to have ended, little did I know that temptation comes in many forms and follows you across the Pacific. I'm not saying 'I'm Kate Moss's in training' or that I snort Blow for breakfast - I'm just saying that 2007 is going to be 33% better.
Merry Christmas, I hope you don't end up burning any turkeys, chastising your drunk relatives for not appreciating your style of music/hairstyle/dinner date or recieving dissapointing gifts from loved ones that you will never really use. But hey, who am I kidding - that's what Christmas is all about!
I'm sure we can survive it.
xoxox