Hello 
I'm Siobhan Curran/Kisa Naumova, and this is my weblog. I tend to write about stuff like crossdressing, Macs, code, cats, wine and Second Life, but in general it's just an ongoing conversation about all sorts of stuff. If you'd like to know a little bit more about what this all is, I recommend starting on this page which has a little bit of info on who I am, and what I'm trying to do — or you could dive into my five years worth of archives if you like.
Otherwise, feel free to close this box and explore...
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Hey, Patheniona, I dunno, you could just get your own blog instead of using mine 
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Today has been odd. I left work in a right grump — not because I had a bad day (far from it — my lecture went well, my Machievelian plan is coming to fruition, and I've just got out of the bath and am in bed in a wedding dress 
) — but just a general feeling of crapness.
I'll explain tomorrow. I'm getting the train to work, so my train-ramblings will resume again. It's going to be a long one I think
Patheniona writes:
Aww Princess, its all about elves and fairies and goblins, seeing as u a Fairy Princess thought u might like it, will cease if u dont want to hear rest of the story.
Sorry, go on
I want to find out what happensPatheniona writes:
As you asked like a true Princess, I will continue:- One had a cat's face, One crawled like a Snail, One whisked a tail, One tramped at a rat's pace, One like a wombat prowled obtuse and furry, One like a ratel tumbled hurry skurry, She heard a voice like voice of doves Coing all together: They sounded kind and full of loves In the pleasant weather. Siobhan stretched her gleaming neck Like a rush-imbedded swan, Like a lily from the beck, Like a moonlit poplar branch, Like a vessel at the launch When its last restraint is gone. Backwards up the mossy glen Turned and trooped the goblin men, With their shrill repeated cry, "Come buy, come buy."
