As I’ve found myself unable to sleep, I decided to busy myself by doing some housekeeping here on my blog – namely, by bringing some of my favourite entries from the old blog over her to the new one!  Read again about blog parties, blinks gossip, dreams, seagull poo, nightdresses and eventually, yes, that post with those photos in it   Just scroll through the archives to re-read!

I’ll leave you with this – just how angry was I? 

“Verdict:  Absolutely Fucking Awful: 

Well…

Chintzy fixed the layout for me, so now it looks more like home, but, after careful consideration, I am going to say, loudly:

I FUCKING HATE THE NEW 20SIX.

I’m not directing this vitriol at you, Mr Pieces, but what the fucking fuck, basically?  The whole place is RUBBISH.  It won’t stay logged in – no, it logs me out while I am posting entries.  The HELP section isn’t even up and running.  EVERY picture from the LAST THREE years needs to be reloaded – but OH!  SURPRISE!  If it wasn’t a .gif or a .jpg, it isn’t saved in my internal file storage anymore!  Where the HELL are my pictures!?  What happened to “You will keep images, you will keep content, you will keep comments”??  Yes, my comments are all there – BUT YOU CAN’T TELL WHO LEFT WHAT, SO WHAT’S THE POINT IN THAT, EH?  It is FUCKING STUPID.

The blog-list doesn’t work properly, the navigation is impossible.  Where’s Big Debates?  Why do some blog entries appear with stars next to them, others not?  Why did the calendar have to go?  Why can’t I have sub-headings for my categories like before?  What happened to the sweeties system? Oh, and why has one of my categories, “Multiple Personalities” has COMPLETELY VANISHED - i’s EMPTY?   WHY IS EVERYTHING WHITE AND HORRIBLE?

To be honest, unless you have some pretty extensive knowledge of html, your blog will simply be a fairly run of the mill, unimaginative looking place – like Live Journal’s underage sister who doesn’t know how to apply her make-up yet.  I know fuck all about html, so I have to give Chintzy my log-in details so that she can come and decorate for me.  I’m sorry for not seeming more grateful and optimistic, but Negrito has gone, and Mr HoverFrog wants to leave, among so, so many others – and I can utterly see why.  What prevents me from doing so at this time is the very deep bitterness I am feeling at the moment at the loss of 3 years of blogging – and the fact that I feel so shaken up by the utter mess of the migration.  I’ve got time to see if I want to pay up – how very big of you, I must say – as if anyone would pay for this service the way it is now?  A lot needs to be fixed before this blogger types her bank a/c details into a site that randomly tells her that her own password suddenly isn’t valid.

The only improvement?  The smileys.  Because they allow me to express my dissatisfaction and anger in pictures:

 

 to you lot, people in charge of 20six.  Bunch of inconsiderate wankers.”

It’s 2.58 am on Weds 28th of February, and I am still awake.  I am awake, and blogging, furthermore.  This is very odd, but I like it….

I’m OK.  The cuts will heal, my remorse and guilt were short-lived and I will survive  

Thank you, all of the people who commented before, on my last post and for the messages and the emails - there are people out there whom I love like family – you know exactly who each and every one of you are.

I also love you some of you in a non-related-to-me way, and you know who you are too

I am going to see Kylie’s pants tomorrow.

WOOOO!!

Last night I was somewhere else, I think….tonight I just feel restless, utterly aware of who I am in this skin, but unsure what to do with the energy…

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Fuckmesideways.

My darling dollface Ramune (or Daisy to her non-close friends) came back from her travels today and she brought me a few little things from her home country – namely chocolate and something in a very cute little bottle. 

She presented it to me with some flair, and I took it from her in much the same way Alice handled her bottle of “DRINK ME” liquid, I should imagine – that is to say, with curiosity and some trepidation.  Ramune said to me “This is proper Lithuanian drink”.  It’s a lovely warm red colour, it’s made by “Stumbras” and boasts “100 years of experience” (in what, precisely?).  It’s got pictures of little goblin men on it, has a complicated-looking name and, I just discovered, it smells of Christmas cake.  I had a quick sniff and then a very swift swig.

And almost fell off my chair.

What I failed to notice on the label, in tiny letters, is the fact that it’s also 50% proof and I don’t think I have any skin left in my throat now.

I do feel warm though….yummy

I ran out of magic tablets on Friday.

To be precise, I LOST the last three.  I LOST them.  Somewhere in the confusion of packing for Budapest and the unpacking when I got back on Friday I managed to misplace my last three tablets.  It was pretty horrid and I had a mad moment, when, assailed by a traumatic headache, I pulled my room apart trying to find them.

Then I calmed down, ate some serotonin boosting chocolate and such and chilled out…I got a new prescription filled today, thankfully…I’m just not ready to come off them yet, it seems!

I don’t want to go back to work tomorrow.

I don’t want to get up at 6.30 tomorrow.

I want to go back to beautiful Budapest

Guess what?

I’m off to Budapest tomorrow

I bought a new coat especially for the occasion.