Jellies?

Give me jellies!
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Fatness sucks

It's shit when you're one of those few teenage girls who are fat. I'm not gonna sugar-coat, that's what I am, and other girls my size, you're fat too. I'm not being mean. I'm just saying what we're all thinking.

Don't tell me I can get rid of it with hard work, I know that, I'm not spastic. It's just that it is hard work.

Anyway, I have to go to the beach for 8 days tomorrow with my boyfriend's family. Do I want to go? No. Fuck no. I want to force myself to be sick so that I can get out of it. Is that fair? Of course not. But the thought of being there, exposed, with all those slim people having fun, makes me want to curl up in a ball and die. Sadly, I can't do that, so I just sit at the computer crying.

Fuck my life.

Newlyn; the place to be?

Well I'm not sure how many of you are aware that I've been seeing my new boyfriend Googs for about 3 and a half months now. Anyway, he lives about a 2 hour train ride away, but close to 3 hours all up, in Newlyn (it's about a 30 minute drive from Ballarat, near Daylesford).
Anyway, I figured since I haven't posted in a while and I've just got back from spending the weekend up there, I'd dedicate a blog to some photos of the area; it's really beautiful haha.

We're dirty

Sunlight doesn't love me, but the potheads can't resist.
This dark and lonely basement, my very first kiss; pale, chapped lips.
You’ll walk beside me all alone, ‘cause we’re no more than ants to them.
The grimy walls of corridors that lead nowhere and back again.
This is the anthem for all who’ve lost nothing and nobody, not yet.
The weeds creeping slowly toward our tired ankles – we’ll never forget!

Battering lamb of god

Force our way in through the gate
The city burns in our wake
Smash it!
Smash it!
No wood or fire used to break
Ere lamb of god your town will quake!

Battering lamb
Battering lamb of god

Smash its head into the door
From ears and eyes foul blood shall pour
Smash it!
Smash it!
Slammed so hard its skull will crack
Fucked from behind til its neck snaps
Smash it!
Smash it!
Entrails ripped and thrown at mobs
Slaughtered lamb to please our Gods

Battering lamb
Battering lamb of god
Battering lamb
Battering lamb of god

No more whimpers, no more bleating
The lamb has suffered my cock beating
Your homes become our blasphemy
Your screams become a symphony
Cocks in bleeding, frozen cunts
Victimized, I fuck and grunt
Smash it!
Smash it!

Battering lamb
Battering lamb of god

Summer is just a sweatier cold

My arms shivered, thousands of tiny hairs standing up like little soldiers trying to fend off the cold, but they couldn't. There was no army strong enough... because the cold was inside me.
It was a muggy summer evening, legs hanging over the warm white tiles and dangling small, pale feet into the chemical blue pool water. A longneck with a little foam still dripping from the mouth rested on its side a few inches from my right hand. The air held the sweet scent of freshly cut grass and chlorine, but inside the peeling white weatherboard house, I knew it smelled of manmade cold, that familiarly dusty yet pleasant aroma that the old air conditioner gave off.
For the first time in my life I wasn't looking back, I wanted to be right there where I was, right then. I wanted the tiny little kitten scratches on my hands, the broken toe nail from kicking the bedpost. I wanted the pretty, wavy beach blonde hair and I wanted to walk to the milk bar late at night for raspeberry slurpees and TeeVee snacks. Everything was perfect, except for the damn freezing cold that kept creeping through my veins and over my crawling skin.
They say that when you shiver, somebody's walked over your grave. But I know that isn't true. Not for me at least. I shivered because I was dying.

Where are my eggs?

If somebody has seen my eggs, please - let me know!
Reward of $25,000 ffor the return of my beloved eggs.