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22th May 2000 Monday 6:34 

Jesus Christ computers can be annoying. You’d think, yeah great, for geeks computers are like legal porn, but no, you always have to have a faster one. And the Internet, boy can I not wait for broadband, and decent protocols. Since when was fucking HTML case sensitive? Bloody hell. And then a T3 line, I repeat, T3 won’t go over 0.33kbps, what do I fucking look like? A spastic? Jesus, and I’ve only got this fuckwit copy of word that predates the operating system, and unsupriseingly fucks with it till I reboot the computer. Then a VXD file I can’t find a reference to in the registry that annoys me at start-up. No doubt it’ll be there, BUT IN UPPERCASE.  

What do I look like? Jesus, Medusa’s kid sister at the moment. Before her snakes grew. Thick, black, coarse, curly hair. On my head you fool!. Some people... I think it might turn red, cos my mum’s has slightly. Either that or white around twenty, cos both my Grandma’s and dad’s did that. (Different sides of the family.) Well, okay, I’ll let you in on a little secret, it’ll turn white for sure, no not some weird genetic thing like a third set of teeth. (Nicky’s mum had that personal peculiarity) I’m off to dye it for a surfing trip, which come to think of I have to organise. I though I might ask them to leave the tips black, or re-dye them afterwards. It’d be cool. I’d have to have it straight thou. And invest in a hat. I can’t believe hair technology has come so little distance to not be able to straighten hair Permanently. Maybe it has, maybe my neurotic mother didn’t tell me cos she wanted me to keep my hair curly. She would do something like that. Blackmail or downright lie her way into getting me to look how she wants. (Which with my face is never going to happen. = fact o life) If my ears didn’t sticks out I’d have it all shaved off tomorrow.  

And not to be too obsessed with my appearance, but coloured contact lenses, that’d be so cool. I’d get light yellow ones, so’d they’d make my eyes more of a lighter hazel. Rather than just plain brown. Be cool. Nicky’s weird like that. She hates people wearing glasses or contacts purely as fashion statements. She likes casual clothes... I hate it how heterosexual women can be so confidently butch. Whereas I have to hide it. Bastards. Not that I care or anything. Hell I’m even scared of the transsexual at work. I jumped right back when I saw her coming round the corner. She’d be alright probably, if she weren’t so tall. I’m too nervous to be able to move my head that much. Especially in an unfamiliar direction. Not that I can really talk. My brother being 6 foot 8 an all.  

Right Stonehenge = the millennium dome of it’s time. Gotta be right? That or an investment in modern universities. Possibly also a simplistic fort for defence against aliens. You never know. I would love to have dances wild and druidically around it n the dark. Possibly when they sell the millennium dome they’ll hollow it out and make it into a night-club to make Home look small. They could call it Dome. It certainly wouldn’t be one of these too-crowded-too-dance-more-energetically-than-a-tame-sway type affairs.  

People are great aren’t they? I’ve got so much more stories for my stories after I came down to Bristol. It’s true what Fliss says though, once you’ve lived on your own, you can never go back to living with your parents. It’s too constricting. Far far. My parents, okay to tell you right? Don’t even know. About the gay thing? I forgot my self there for a minute.  
 

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