beth motherfucking kirby.

b thang.

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26.10.04

oh, woe(king) is me

no, im not in woking.
i am working. the place is called beehive, however, i don't know if it is scientifically possible to have a beehive containing only 3 bees and one part time. unless, perchance, it was some kind of cool outcast bee society with only the top bees in it (and one part time). the bees that society rejected, unaccepted not because they are unacceptable, but just because their ideas and abstrations are just to 'out there' for the mainstream been populus of, er, cirencester.
if it was, i'd definitely be a part of that hive, you know, a quasi-elitist hive. it would be one of those small wonderful places whee every one is cool and different, like the spice girls (even mel c, the scouse that she is ;))
rather like a dream that did impose itself upon me earlier this week. i had bought a house with no less that 4 of my female friends, i was to share a very large green room with one, and the house was very big and being decorated by about 10 girls i frequently in contact with (bleh) at school. i was't entirely sure of actually seeking residence there secretly, i mean living forever with 4 girls? the queue for the bathroom! imagine the state of the rooms (lesbian meter probe beepy level thingies activated) the sleepovers! the pillowfights!
of course, i'd always win.
i seem to have digressed slightly.
i was meaning to ask, as i am readily (and quite rightly suspicious) of the name Brian. Who's idea was it that t is spelt so closely to brain? was einstein (who, actually, had a regular human brain. He was just ultra-clever. The bastard) *really* called brian? or did he just lust after such a bland and non-descript(grossly stereotypical, i know) name.
in my miniscule experience, brian's are always slightly wide of the mark reguarding sanity.

anyway..

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21.10.04

oh dear oh dear oh dear

mykel, my love, has screwed up my blog.

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8.10.04

you baked me brownies

you gave me the coat of your back.

also try
this

(oh and these but bigger.

jesusbeth,
these look delicious. but if i would get one in the mail, i would save it instead.

the YEAH looks like playdough! my favourite childhood smell.
(thisisginette)

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5.10.04

blagging silver coins

sigh, so i guess i feel kind of blank.
nothing interesting happened today. i got everything done i needed to. nothing that i really wanted to.
nothing interesting though. i feel kind of a dull anticipation of winter. i hate autumn so much. you know that feeling in the air. it is so hard to explain. i just hate it.

i took my first holga film to get developed - it'll take a week. my dad drove me somewhere that processes them, the guy didnt know how to spell my name. i wore my scarf and cream shoes and looked kinda arty. i bought a bra, its black.
i have such a dire lack of inspiration at this precise time. anything creative i do produce seems to be because i have to.

i watched 'eternal sunshine of the spotless mind', we bought that too. it made me realise that although i do experience those feelings every day, and for some time now, it will be a long time till i can do the things i want. but i suppose, even without him, it'd be like that anyway. is that right? it's just, he isnt me, as much as it seems so, and i can't keep him where i want.

i've been asked to do a drama evening at my school tomorrow night.

night x

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1.10.04

cadbury's take them and they smother them in chocolate!

coco pops! yes, i am here to sing the praises of that time honoured breakfast treat: the coco pop.
like practically every delicious food on the planet, there are various ways to eat them, but none so successful as MY method. true, some would argue that this is because it is my method, but who really needs justification.
here is my guide:

1. find a suitable bowl. not a mug, i have tried this and no matter how clever you think you are, you cant fucking do it (not even you, roxanne)

2. take like, two handfuls of cocopops. clasp your hands together and dive, that should do the trick. the way i see it, thi should give you the perfect proportion, because there must be somerelativity between the size of your mouthful and your hand, seeing as your hand holds the spoon that holds the cocopops. it's in the stars, dude.

3. make sure your milk is cold, and be really careful to get the right amount of the white stuff. the trick is to not completely drown them in milk - the chocolate will come off, and after all, we'd rather have a bowl of coco pops than a bowl of mushy rice popcorn and warm grainy discharge.

4. do not leave them on their own. i am not kidding. not only, once given the chance, will they form a line to the quickest route out of the bowl (surely for world domination?), but they will go all icky and mush and warm.

5. eat them sorta quickly. they should be crunchy but not shakingly-so, and you should sense the milk as a deity rather than a flood.

6. the result of this is *very* chocolatey milk, and no mush, and no icky warmth. that shit could trick one to belive it is cow-fresh, which no-one wants at twenty-five-to-eight on a wednesday morning.

x x x

update: i have just bet roxanne that she could not eat cocopops from a mug. 47p. watch this space...

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you baked me brownies

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1.10.04

cadbury's take them and they smother them in chocolate!